Rapid

I'm here to put your bitch to sleep, you stupid fucks keep trollin' me I don't really like the way that he rolls his words all up on a beat I kinda think his flow is a replica of Slim Shady Don't fuckin' think too much, your earholes might get hot from all the steam Gunpowder inside my book so much louder, I wasn't shook with the way you aim and Pull on a trigger, you missed the shot you took And maybe if you could spit a bar that's hard, you'd have got a look, but, nah, bro I just cook up the chicken, you know this shit is lean Not the cough syrup in a cup but the fuckin' protein Y'all are flow biters and I'm so tired Man, shut the fuck up, bro. Are you retarded There's only so many ways you can fit words to a beat You can't own a fuckin' cadence. Grow the fuck up I got rhymes to spit either on the rhythm or off the rhythm It's a rectangular prism, the way you get trapped inside my basement You but with Joe and Love, there was so much love between them It's a real fuckin' shame that with me and you, it's just a lot of hatred Parking lot in front of my complex is off the fuckin' chain Towing the vehicles, if they haven't paid, they rearrange I had to pay a dollar fifty for gettin' tipsy and the itsy-bitsy spider Don' bit the debit, right out my card Now my bank is hurtin', I'm fairly certain I'll close them curtains, can't live a regular life So I think I'll just join the service, I got zero options The nine, the Glock is a-tickin', tockin' Rent is an economic anomaly, at least to me I'm wanna break things, basket casing Perspirating, fuckin' crazy Peanut Butter Reese's, chokin' on feces Eating shit is what I do when you leave me be I'm in my own way, homie, no way I'm a compilation of all my problems that have come to bite me All the things I've done that have been done Buffet, they come to eat me I'm, I'm, I'm a fuckin' platter That's what's the matter, resume the chatter I'm, I'm, I'm gonna leave, I'm climbin' on a tree I can count to three, man, don't you see I am Abercrombie, and you're the Fitch You's a fuckin' bitch Pull the switch, control the bishop Cold on the totem pole, I roll into church And run this shit with blasphemy, I'm a soulless witch This is my broomstick, you can look at it But don't touch my dick, cause I'm a sexual addict I see your tits, and I bust too quick, it's sick But I would rather it that way than see a Therapist, I'm Atticus Finch And I can get you off with a nipple pinch The Grinch and Cindy Lou, because you love me, but I tolerate you Don't get emotional, bro, I'm gonna leave, cause Tyler ate you That was my pussy Carotid artery, you're blocking me Who fuckin' need it? Not me You're rocky, crockin' like pottery A crock pot with batteries I can cook you while I'm traveling Would you rather me battering you with a baseball bat You're mad at me, cause I'm taking off like you at work and Now it's my fault that your vault is lacking So tragically, what you think? It Should magically fill right up like a bag of pee, catheter style? Fuck you, bitch I was gonna pay you a visit, but now I'm sick of it Osama Bin Laden, mixed with Mary Poppins I'm poppin' you, hoppin' you, boom, take a shot at you Flipping you, robbing you, nothin' that you can do Batman, the racket I'm flicking the packet So, take it or pack it Don't forget a jacket I'm sick of the racket I'm Kickin' it, Jack And I don't want you back. and I know I'm a hypocrite, bitch, you can stick it I'm putting a pin in it You put a fork in it Little dorky, punk ass, lame ass, faggot I'm just kidding, homie You know I love you