The Brampton Cypher - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Thotti$]

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Wassup bitch?!

Team Darkskin for life!

Brampton rappers, huh?

I don't usually be rapping but I'mma just come through and start rapping

Now who's the non-rapper coming through lethal on the mic

With the rugged beard, toothpick chewing, beanie looking tight

Sneaking in your house and borrowing your wife before the night

Chapped lips and dry ankles 'till my skin turn white

"Oh, for a comedian he do be sounding alright. Did he write?"

Bitch, your momma packed my lunch and had my rhymes typed

My life's alright, your life's bitchy, like a whole lotta PMS

Your daddy is invisible, your momma look like DMX

They wanna be funny, call me Sinbad and Joe Budden

Don't push my buttons

Because I'll swan dive into the DM's of your mom, your sister, and your favorite cousin

Never loving

I be curling and crackling toes when I'm dick tackling hoes

Coming through smacking the foes

I'm from Brampton so I'm never packing the foes

But I might pack a backpack filled with laxatives and toes

Never backing down from hoes, unless you fatter than Joe

That, or the pussy smell like that of a pterodactyl

Now tell your auntie to back that up like she pulled up at the park parkin'

Extra lightskin, but my soul so darkskin!

Team Darksin bitch, my soul darkskin

Yo, I'm a tourist on the mic

That's it

SIKE!

Alright, it's the bushy eyebrowed nigga coming through from Brampton