Beachball - Intellectual

[Intro]

Might sound like Timmy Turner

You ever heard a shrimp speak?

I spent years without a conscience

The pistol shrimp will make you speak

Make it bleak

When you realize

You're a digit in a desk

Hardly shrimp

I claim no difference

Just observe what happens next

[Bridge]

(Rattrap)

[Verse 1: Billy Soy]

Come in loud that's how we breach

You'll never find a better beach

Fuck sand man clouds up my eyes

You try and start an enterprise?

In a bedroom

With no knowledge

With no tricks

With no talent

With no skrill

With no pallet

Hardly a vision

This nuclear fision

I drew a door

And fucked the way

Bouncing beach balls yea

Bouncing till we ball is all

Bouncing through the halls yea

Bouncing till its cake no break

Billy make it shake

DJ fund the meat

I'm dead

Bounce

Rattrap till its neat

[Verse 2: DJ King]

No time to stop no time to think

No time to crash no time to blink

We are here

2018 our year (ah)

Never been a veteran or anybody else's kid

I'm coming in to rip it tear apart the fucking internet

I'm laced up tear your face up

808's will blow your face up

Bounce the beach ball and the base bitch wake up (ah)

[Chorus: Billy Soy]

Bounce the ball till the rest fall

Bounce the ball till the best call

Bounce the ball till the rest fall

Bounce the ball till the best call

Bounce the ball till the rest fall

Bounce the ball till the best call

[Verse 3: DJ King]

Picture me like this

Casio on the wrist

And I ain't got shit

But I got this gift

I made these beats

And we drive these streets

I've had no days off had no drive

Eight - oh on the dash gotta get that cash

I've been up since six gotta get them hits

Run up the plays, lackadaisical days

I'll waste more money until I get paid

I'm just trying to be different with my vision

No kiddin

It seems like your privilege is hardly a given

I'm not gonna stop won't give in

I'm bouncing this ball till the daylight come so

Foot on the gas gotta pass on the grass now

Bypass the last rap I am now first class

Still fly econ though I am not that hard

Give me six months though I'll send a postcard

[Verse 4: Billy Soy]

As a good kid should

Any son would

My ass on the wall

Bounce the fucking ball

We just see what sticks

Man we might get clicks

Man we might get lost

Walled in Trost

Titans judge

Deku flicks

All Might's dead

Did he pass the test

He shrimping till he's best

Seattle smash the rest

We digits to heads

I slurred my fucking words on that part but its OK We digits to heads who gives a fuck

We digits to heads

Rattrap

[Outro]

What happened to the third grunt

I don't know you tell me

Ooh, was I supposed to jump on the third switch

Grembly! Shouted the king

I was just happy to have my beach ball back

And the king, pushed you onto the switch

Now he hit me! And he made me drop my beach ball