Whack Clap Back Track

Zyna, do I really have to do this Come on, don't make me do this, really Fine, here I am, okay Hello, you know who it is Here we go, ugh Hi I'm Hayden I think I need saving If it's lyrics your craving Better come back tomorrow When someone else is out They'd be better no doubt Cause I don't have no clout No I can't spit or shout My rhythm's all out of time I'm not having a good time I'll use that rhyme a third time I'll milk it more like four times Wait this would make it five times Now I'm just wasting your time By rhyming time with more time Just so you'll say it's about time, stop That was horrible, wasn't it You know what, I don't give a crap anymore, I really don't I've got shit to say, I'm gonna say it Fuck it, it's Hayden Let's keep it a buck Cause I don't give a fuck If you think my flow sucks Or I forget to rhyme My time to shine When I switch up the grind in the blink of an eye Cause I got all the drip all the sauce to apply To the ribs I'll be cracking in half when I smack with the punchlines I should be wearing a mask Cause I'm spitting sick on the track If you ever called me a hack I'd recommend taking it back Could a hack go and pack up a snack As I'm pudding your whack ass to bed for a nap And the crowd is all cheering they clap To the sound of your mixtape, yay, just kidding it's crap I don't give fuck if I I can't rap I'm just spitting truth on the boom bap Bringing you the message no bull crap Hayden's on the track for the clap back, whoo I don't give fuck if I I can't rap I'm just spitting truth on the boom bap Bringing you the message no bull crap, I got it Hayden's on the track for the clap back, Hayden Our ex wifey has issues with rage ad-libs, rrr She thought she could smack us around, smack So I'm 'bout to throw her some shade, shade Even more than she throws on the ground, whoo Whine about our debt, then buy a thousand bucks of Lularoe Going for my head, you spin your lies just like a hula hoop, spin Dare try to say that I'm overly angry When you're even louder just cause you missed breakfast Bitch why do you blame me for you getting hangry When you were the one who put food on your checklist Hope that you cover your ass hoe And I hope you don't end up in jail honey, whoop Don't want to open this cell phone To discover you're begging for bail money, cha-ching Speaking of money, speak it Fuck all you people who got it, fuck you That would be my old man There ain't no question about it, Daddy Daddy gets six figures Just to jet around the fucking globe Supersonic boomer But he's just another homophobe Gives diatribes to the deacon board But can't perform on the sheets, oops God helps those who help themselves Yeah that's what he believes, believes Big house in the hills Timeshare at the beach But scoffs at his kid's doctor bills Bitch practice what you preach I don't give fuck if I I can't rap I'm just spitting truth on the boom bap Bringing you the message no bull crap Hayden's on the track for the clap back, whoo I don't give fuck if I I can't rap, nah I'm just spitting truth on the boom bap, ugh Bringing you the message no bull crap, I got it Hayden's on the track for the clap back, Christians I've had enough of these Christians If you're about peace then you're failing the mission, yep Put this in your bulletin Love is the highest commandment the world has been given You pray for your sisters and brothers But not if God made them to love the wrong people Claim that you care about others When you're throwing stones from your fortress of crosses and steeples Waging war from your tax shelters, not Tinted windows hide closet racists, color Holy book a real brain melter Doesn't even sus out the basics Pop culture, appropriated Free thought, not demonstrated Paranoid, that's understated Hypocrisy, incorporated I don't give fuck if I I can't rap, ugh I'm just spitting truth on the boom bap, nnn Bringing you the message no bull crap, Hayden Hayden's on the track for the clap back, ow I don't give fuck if I I can't rap, nah I'm just spitting truth on the boom bap, ugh Bringing you the message no bull crap, I got it Hayden's on the track for the clap back, whoo I think I'm gonna go take a nap