Quotable

Run it up run it up bitch I be one of the best in the business I’m messin’ but really though

Sure you ain’t bad but you needin’ some practice

Look what I got bitch it’s nothin’ but sadness

This is where this shit get you, yea hand over fist but the fist hit you

And the hand slap back like I panned that vocal track

Got a cold soul so I gotta cope with that

Got a bull by the horns, rose by the thorns and I’m bored by this track already

So I move it along don't improve it at all, pause then I’m back on ready

Bet I be poor man’s me by next year, I can’t really flex come and check all the text here

But I got a flow like laxative overdose, comatose yea I be copin’ at home alone

That's quotable, I'm sick of this shit like my other hoe, ask me I keep it a hundred?

No, I keep it like fifty-six yea I be shifty as shit and it's wonderful, you a dumb adult

I just dumb it down, bitch I run the town, that ain't really mean much

Shitty scene, but could kill your scene like shitty actor better flee bruh

Weigh shit like a Libra, ain’t shit but the beat good, ain't fit for the backstage

I twitch like a flick in the ashtray, shake hands and my back break

Fake friends do it halfway, you ain't even know my last name

You just know me by my handle (You ain’t even know my last name)

You don’t know me homie, I’m a solo dolo and I’m full of myself, feelin’ myself, get a mic

Get it right, rhythm might help, your girl wet bet I got a stroke like swimmin’ Mike Phelps

And you hella right shit I got hella vices, oughta be righteous on a beat like this

So Amazing Grace yea praise the lord, don’t wanna go to hell better stay indoors

Kick in the rear from the kick and the snare when they played with chords, yeah

Gotta write more gotta write better better when I write more if I stay the course

Got new jewels? I’ll appraise 'em for you, no new news? Are you lazy? Oh yea

Cold Pabst but it’s all flat, long chat I’m done now don’t call back

Y’all jokes and shit like bunny ears, y’all quote my shit like bunny ears

Get out the way I'm running here, I'm making plays don't interfere

I put in work, you barely here, I put in work, you volunteer

Can't see the scope, we huntin’ deer, this microphone my hunting gear

Your wack verse took a hundred years, wrote mine over lunch and beer

Restaurant playing Chandelier, got Xbox playing Gungeon yea

Life a bullet hell and I'm dodge rolling, platformer I'm side scrolling

Budokai tenkaichi get the win is easy peasy see I'm comboing

Wa-psh, yes I’m the best in the biz, y’all little eggs like a quiche, bitch I'm a beast

I'm getting spit on the mic so I'ma just kill this scheme, ay yea

Y'all ain't shit on the mic though people just feel your memes, ay yea

"’Ago ain't fit to be kind though I think he's really mean"

I'm a pessimistic exhibitionist with a pestilence a death wish on my desk

Give your bestest estimate or shitty guess, think my excellency isn't written yet

I'm a good for nothing and a workaholic, cocky shit and a nervous wreck

Throne's needing better ergonomics, when I sit and write I always hurt my neck