Jump-In (Freestyle)

Seems typical of the American family at home Children at play, unaware of approaching disaster I think I got a chance to make it right again There's too many words, am I a writer man I can't even pump the brakes on the biker rims Bout to make a swing through the town like I be spider man Guess who's back as a rapper and yes it's actually happening The immaculate bastard is comin' back in the Vatican Thanks for askin' but your questions practically never matter bitch I ain't havin' it, I'll snap and kill you back like an accident, I am Just a butcher, I'll slaughter you into halves again And put you back into an open casket So your dad can get the last look at seein' what happened I'm even bad or even worse than Jeffrey Dahmer, Jack the Ripper, or Eddy Gien I'm 'bout to just let my shit loose Better call up Isa to see if maybe she'll lend me views I'm steppin' over to who, what did he say he would do No way in hell I be gettin' dissed by a phony like you Ah shit You 'bout to get a whole ear full, I'm here 'til Someone shuts me up but I'll never be fearful I'm tryin' to steer my car but it's like gettin' rear pulled Scary how I had nine beers though The only pressure that I get, is when I am peered, yo Watch me find a bitch, searchin' back at this year's show I'll probably fuck her, then kick her out of my damn sight Kind'a like that Chiefs runnin' back, who took a kick like a field goal I know you probably tired of seeing So many white ass MC's, who think that they all they can be But the difference between me and them other rappers you see Is I don't rap about the money nor drip or the lean I rap about stupid shit, that's sort'a mixed in between The personal shit or the fact that I ain't ever succeed But fuck what you need, I'm tired of this beggin' and greed You can suck my fuckin' dick straight from your hands and your knees So glue your face to the scree, I'm basically as great as it's seems I'm patiently waitin' my fame to hit the sake of TV You won't embrace it as me, I'm takin' the game to extreme You just a fake fucking Shady hatin' on rappers who clean Oh man, I'm sorry to be so fuckin' angry and green I just hate that I see so many players that be, like fuck it I'll make a track that only captures the beat Mumble through your raps, actin' like you barely can read But look Ariana needs her ass in checked Cause her bastard ex almost took like his last of breaths She's been pullin' the same shit since Mac has left Keep tellin' yourself that it was just an accident I guess these relationships are fuckin' wack as shit One day you fallin' in love, the next you askin' him you space Nobody can imagine this You lose trace of the fact of what's happening I'm only bashin' these artists I know are fake and retarded Take their smartest remarks for the fuckin' sake of restarting I'm gettin' hard as a mother fucker, you see what you started Don't even bother, I don't even wanna deal with your garbage I'm gettin' tired of y'all fucks not thinkin' I'm tough I'll shove a bomb up a pregnant sluts butt and let it erupt Fuck Trump, I got balls to walk to that cunt Pull down my fuckin' trunks and proceed to takin' a dump No one's safe when I'm on the hunt takin' pictures of you I'm the simplest dude, feelin' like I've been misconstrued Holdin' a gun to your temple, wishin' I listened to you Fuck the gun, I'll use a freakin' knife and stick it in you Come back an hour later l with some salt and sprinkle the wound Pack my bags, I'm 'bout to leave, I got some business to do Callin' out them local artists, I ain't finished with you I got the mic, ready to shoot like I'm Nicholas Cruz, ooh Was that a bit too soon I guess I got carried away from all the shit that I do But don't get it confused though, you can do what you do And I won't bother you unless you give me a reason to, you fucking Whatever