VINYL

I'm rude with the mood that's crude and uncivilized

I'm rude with the mood that's crude and unstable Chewing on a pencil like it's food on the table

Lunatic scribbling rhymes on a school lunch table Teacher looking shocked like son raised you

Nuts, no planters, bars like scanners Chopping up words like a janitor's planner

Hand me a mic, I'll dismantle your grammar Smack you so fast you'll land in your manners, ay

Baby, brain gone hazy Talk too slick, my thoughts go crazy

Everything I write too raw for a label Bit my tongue, still spit blood on the table

I'm back like guess who? That dude that your mom warned you not to

Listen to, no auto-tune, no crude Just me in my shoes, beating up boots like

I lose, I'm psycho, typo Mind on vinyl, spin so vinyl

I bite my idols, punchlines hip Like I'm stuck in a spiral

Rifle on one hand, sins on the rival, ay No clone, no rival

Rhymes so sharp they cut through vinyl Brain like a rifle, pop off cycles

Half the game fake, I'm your real-life typo I'm the class clown, I'm back, back bound

Trash talk game with a half-crack sound Snap back, laugh and slap background

Say something dumb, yeah then pass it down I'm the last one laughing, gas still flashing

Rap still snapping, cap still clashing Boots and cats and boom, that's magic, ay

I'm in the attic, manic, ay And I'm classic, ay