Verse 1:

I spit some fire, the most basic shit you’ve heard

One touch on the mic and I’m a lyrical nerd

And your head gets red like a valvet ant ass

When I pull the lines straighter than in Algebra class

It’s the same shit repeated and I can’t find any balance

I write verse after verse in a 30 minute challenge

Getting born into the genre, no soul, no metal

I’m a credit taking name between legit- and joke battles

Bridge:

This situation is written from experience

It’s everyday and every night, that’s how get my lyrics and

I just coulda shut up or debate on this

But I know you get vibes, when I write my basic shit!

Hook:

Juggling wordplay, struggling hurts mate

I’m coming in first place, although I’m just a lazy bitch

I’m becoming a flirt bate, serve raps on desert plates

You get hyped when I write some basic shit

Juggling wordplay, struggling hurts mate

I’m coming in first place, although I’m just a lazy bitch

I’m becoming a flirt bate, serve raps on desert plates

You get hyped when I write some basic shit

Verse 2:

My playground after school: playlists on my phone

Stumbling upon a rhyme and the source is rhymezone

I’m an oxymoronic, lyric dropping retard

I’m writing aggressive bars, when I listen to ASMR

You got the ace in your sleeve, when I play my cards

It’s normal to spit shit, when you’re facing an arse

I get a question to voice act, when a backed up vote kills

I smack you left and right like my backup vocals

Bridge:

This situation is written from experience

It’s everyday and every night, that’s how get my lyrics and

I just coulda shut up or debate on this

But I know you get vibes, when I write my basic shit!

Hook:

Juggling wordplay, struggling hurts mate

I’m coming in first place, although I’m just a lazy bitch

I’m becoming a flirt bate, serve raps on desert plates

You get hyped when I write some basic shit

Juggling wordplay, struggling hurts mate

I’m coming in first place, although I’m just a lazy bitch

I’m becoming a flirt bate, serve raps on desert plates

You get hyped when I write some basic shit

Verse 3:

And I’m sitting in my chair until my brain turns idle

While you copy your verses like they did it in the bible

Just to rush your stuff out like time’s watched by a panel

Up until I have to mute the whole promotion channel

And I battle any rapper, that comes down into my cellar

I’m prepared, since a page is my cave and I’m the dweller

Page after page like I’m stuck in a library

And I wanted to do this song, since I discovered irony

Bridge:

This situation is written from experience

It’s everyday and every night, that’s how get my lyrics and

I just coulda shut up or debate on this

But I know you get vibes, when I write my basic shit!

Hook:

Juggling wordplay, struggling hurts mate

I’m coming in first place, although I’m just a lazy bitch

I’m becoming a flirt bate, serve raps on desert plates

You get hyped when I write some basic shit

Juggling wordplay, struggling hurts mate

I’m coming in first place, although I’m just a lazy bitch

I’m becoming a flirt bate, serve raps on desert plates

You get hyped when I write some basic shit