Still Got It, Pt. 3 Lyrics

The current landscape of rap is a joke

And I came here to say y'all are softer than a collie collar

I'll skate with your girl when she hops on my Roddy Piper like a ollie hopper

Watch as I kick in your door and karate chop ya

Or better yet I'll come and kill you by putting some drugs in your burger and call that a molly whopper

I usually embody honor

But I'll probably holler at your jolly toddler

If you're coming with some sloppy drama

Trying to not be calmer

I'll serve them a couple losses like a saki lager

Break your back with a body dropper

Fuck your thottie proper have her singing like a Pavarotti opera

Every line is methodical

I'm a phenomenal ideological

Frightening and volatile

Bright and illogical

Mighty incomparable

Stifling obstacle

For you guys that are gynecological

Deep inside every fiber and molecule

Pick your wife up and pipe her abdominal

Til she cries that her life is insoluble

Fuck it I'm not no therapist Miss

Life can be a bitch but I've learned how to cherish her kiss

No matter how many times you fuck her she never commits

The pressure keeps rising every day like a delicate cyst til it pops

Find me with a freaky bitch in here caressing her labia

Rapping is something that I am the meanest with from here to Mesopotamia

Beat the fuck out of you punch you beneath the chin appear to mess up your trachea

Leave a bit of fear in them cause I'm crazier

Eat a dick and here's your check I'm the caterer

I'm a handsome heterosexual

Intellectual mega professional

You are not on my level of credible

Fuck with me you'll be dead or a vegetable

I'm a ten and you're less than a decimal

That's why she puts her head in my genitals

Then we jump into bed to get sexual

I pulled out like a guest on a sectional

I don't have to be cryptic

These rappers are wack and arrhythmic

My mind can go black in a instant

Then shit will get cataclysmic

Just cause I'm a arrogant misfit

Don't mean I'm not cannibalistic

I'm animalistic when I eat rappers I'm merely just having a picnic

I'm the unanimous nastiest master of assonance

An analogist blasting at slanderous pacifists

I'm a scandalous anarchist cancerous masochist calamitous blasphemous ass kicking bastard antagonist

I ain't got nothing to prove to you

Despite how you may feel I still got it

I still got it mother fucker yes I do

I do I do

Despite how you may feel I still got it

I still got it Motherfucker