How to Rap Lyrics

Smoke spills, hands cold as ice demanding gold overnight like

Hold still, you can't go on fretless, petulant child

My death will reverse I express over verses words that your

World has never heard I'm alien, suppressed by salient

Curses laid Upon me like a Burning Body, you feel extended

Vodka shots hole-in-one, golf ball off the tee

Toes down, all ten. Pause then press play again, saying since like

80 10, add it up. Ain't nobody bad as us

I'm callous, fuck your dermis, EPs wherein I invent a version

Of a different person, convinced of this fact yes I am certain

Cancel terms of service that's the actual contracted learned

Verbiage of every transaction spurious lessons get it

Settled out, everything written, I'll tell you I spelled it out

Previous, mischievious or mischievous, which is it now?

I'm pimping out on everything I've ever been or Benjamin

Franklin I can't tell you my secrets I'll take all of them back

I'm impressed by how I do it too. I got like 90 different

Styles full percentages; Yes I am 200 hundred proof

Bitch I'll send your son to school and then detention, then suspension

Next I must confess I'll lose attention while on betting mode

My movements leave your analog text logged into Everquest

Your chest gets holes inside of it, I'm not just LD, multivitamin

Tied to the bed, miserable man, an awful author met his

Match, strike for tinder, sights cause cinderblocks to bend in half

I've never laughed as hard as this. You're all just little kids to me

The hardest bars in history being written literally right in

Front of your face, ahora, right now. I'm Minute Maid no

Pulp Fiction, a mold quorom quote me like I'm Scotty Pippin

Bullish on my bullshit. I can't ever quit this, hold my dick I'm

Tryna piss, this thing is heavy as hell, bring me a fork I'll lift a

Portion out for you to try, convince me that the temperature of your

Porridge is perfect, I got it right for Goldilocks, I'm locked in

Brian come on, stop there! Please, I need a chance to breathe!

Like Jesus Christ, my guy, just gimme five, I need some extra air!

I'm next to perfect, nearly there, I'mma get the girlies shirtless

Have em Crush my Boner I ain't Never Scared, weather alerts get

Swiped away like Dora, set em all up for the next quota, drawn and

Quartered chords intertwined with 70 lines of this printer toner

Give you way more than you asked for and if you act like that's a problem all I hear is

Gimme More or Some of it, Call me Luscious Busta cause

I'm causin' ELEs, never spit shit this hard on a CD

Elephant instrument tusk, wanna repeat me, that's the wrong degree, my angles

Tangled into a jungle gym, one of them motherfuckers with a thumb on the pulse of the

Ones against him, y'all so sensitive, I'm goin for the gold and I bet I

Win it every single time I'm in it bitch I get it when I let the rhymes come

Outta me like I'm a Talking Head, I'm Speaking in Tongues, I'm David Byrne-ing

Down the House, double-check the rubble left my molten crown

Unscathed, this single fucking page is seven days of work I'm

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