Scrupulous:

I'm a disturbed brain

Just sniffed 10 lines of cocaine

Wearing a cap, hood n a chain

Dressed like I belong in this game

Like I deserve some fame

Recognition for being insane

Just holla’ when my lyrics dry up n ain't fly, they suck and I've gone lame

Not gonna happen, I'm only good at rapping, besides that, besides rap, I'd be a porn-star cus of this huge dick that I'm packing, in my shorts, my jaw smacking as I report back to the girl that ‘am tapping, that I'm having to back out, cus my dick fell loose and kept slapping off of my knee, cauliflowered dick, right angle when I pee, I miss the bowl and hit the wall when I piss, no fuck nor no dick for her, probably gonna result in riffs, aggressive tiffs until she's swallowing blood when she sniffs, this bitch is leaving my life far from bliss, listen up, fuck you I say, n you say I wish, cus I'm not playing with your clit n giving it a french kiss or finishing off on your tits, man what can I do, what can I say, I'm convinced you're a dyke, you're gay or maybe you do love me and I just can't let that come out today I'm afraid, it's gotta stay in the shadows, in the shade, how my meant to fuck other bitches if they think I'm monogamous n committed to you, my vindictiveness is bottomless and true, I believe I'm wantonness, embodiment of dominance, prominence, my dick at the start of the verse, no provenance in my life that's cursed, but provenance in my linguistics, and there's the perks, of being a prick, ignorant as fuck like my cousin Kirk, see it's easy to be an asshole n jerk, when it's already all around you, it becomes a natural trait n quirk, come at me bitch, nothing hurts, I've gone cold, 21 is not that old but I'm ready to kill a motherfucker n cut their throats just to get to the top, selfishness is my only way to impress, I'll load n cock a Glock, n let it off pop, pop, pop

$hadyDealingz:

I'm angry on this microphone

Angry on this metronome

Angry over this telephone

Ugh

I'm thrown n

I got that pump action shotgun

To grab n ghat

Her hot buns

Self predication I got none

Marijuana I got some

Pissed off rappers I'll ghat son

I got some more punchlines for these wack ass rappers

I'm punching past them

I'm blasting my Glock attack em

I'm latching onto every other women that I speak too

I fall in love too quick I'm a bit of a prude

I've got these lude lyrics for every rapper I choose

Come at me I don't loose

I'm the grim reaper

On this mic I'm a keeper

Don't fuck with me I'll Decapitate you into a deep deep sleeper

I'm mad hatter kind of rapper

Got a capper kind of flow

Put a cap in the backs of these haters let it go

Let the gun go off into the heads of these horrible hoes

That how it goes

They got that silver spoon-full

But still continue to be spiteful

It's a bright light in my sight nah null

There's nothing

I'm only joking I'm bluffing

I'm here to give this game something

Beautiful

See the length of my songs in Roman numerals

Push n pull through this incarceration

Im past embracing

It's time to tell a story instead of spitting out lines in my rhymes that don't mean much

Got my leather jacket on I'm lush

Here the 1975 as I touch

Rough these bitches up

I'm compelling

Felons black folk victimized to the watermelon

This racist shit I'm spelling out to these muthafuckas

I'll push astray from these muthafuckas

I say muthafucka just as much as lil Wayne says the n-word

Turn back the 90's

Get money word

That shit was real

Grinding at work till the unappeal

Till that skin had pealed

Till that skin has healed

That shit was real

Can you not feel?

This price of what is right

You need a shield

That shit was more real

Than all those days spent in a field

Drinking until our livers failed

But we still propel up to the top

Of the abandoned houses

That shit was high as hell

We were high as hell

Smoking to the point of rebel-ion

Imma end it hear bitch I'm gone I'm done