[Verse 1]
Yeah
Hey
My model display grits
I grovel for [paid gigs?]
I've boggled for ages
Your novel's on paychecks
I squabble a lame twit
To topple the A-list
Fuck music to death
Then I bottle the fragrance
They swallow the cake mix
From Chicago to Cambridge
Do I follow the [dated?]?
No cargos and [Rane Sixty?]
Irresponsible, [play sick?]
I'm a hospital patient
Not a nautical bay fish
You should follow the ancients
All this rapper toy shit
Turned to asteroid bits
Collecting unemployment
Because I've been anointed
For the wrong figures
I [shun?] horse whisperers
That endorse [?]
[War?] sorcerers
I'm a pragmatist
When I search for slurs
Not that clack-clack shit
Or that backpack skill
My alma mater's gon' get that
I waterboard peasants
[A demonical?] [?] boom, bitch
[Chorus]
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
[Verse 2]
Get swept adrift by the bee swarm, be warned dehorned triceratops
Porch monkey, Bugs Bunny, unfunny like Carrot Top
But on one, spawned from fashion-forward [?]
Fast forward [?] DJ shit
Straight from the [?] that languish and finger-point
Under the Disney tarp, cross-gendered [?]
[Sculpt a bug?], double Dutch into the Reader's Choice
Consume my singing voice and eat a dick
My [botanized?], customized, very own alphabet
[Erupts skies?] from thunder thighs until I'm out of breath
Comprise my new free jazz albums and [?] [only?]
Beat's way sick
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Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Uh, my head hurt
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
[Verse 3]
Do whatever I say
Every night and day
Blood diamond ice tray
Give it back right away
['Til I'm just a fool, lol?]
Y'all need a [tool, y'all?]
Start a holistic cleanse
Up at The Juice Spot
My neck is too hard
From [?] hands-free
[?] chimpanzee
[You get no?] [?] free
Quick, switch to plan B
'Cause in this sweltering heat
We don't let you eat
Then shit in the pantry
[But the popular bums?]
Made the [fastuous dung?]
They sparkle and glisten
To the ocular plum
They [fucked us all?]
Yet [?]
From what the Moderat sprung
I'm gonna [audit?] and some
An all-night [daily?] match
[No choice latest?] catch
But with the way you rap
Fools be like, "Pay me back"
For they get ahead
But don't make the press
End of the year lists
[?]
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Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Busdriver
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick
Beat's way sick