Mute

You trolls can suck a dick. Dog, it's all people Duck furries, a beastial. We're not at all equal Correctin' auto gynephiles, an ugly lady-man, for real Peter shoots a pearly web. He's slayin' bigots in his heels I'm lookin' sharp in my suit, a Stark difference in our views You rockin' limp missiles. Yeah, I'm droppin' hate like a nuke F*ck the cookie like a monster, and that Scottish puppet too String you dummies up, stuck! Without a master you are mute That is me now. I should clean house Make it empty like a need it, no more preachin' breathe out Spaz on the mic. I won't speak out Any longer. I'll just ponder. Shh, don't make a peep now But this rappin' shit is easier, than wackin' all the sheep they heard Askin' valid questions. What's that? A fuckin' meteor Run for your life kids! Dads a pussy meek and scurred To give a damn about your future. Something's gotta feed the earth You trash like a dumpster. Disposal, need a plumber Staring down the pipe. Ima' bust out the blunderbuss Hobble on my stub. Take a look, what I've become Frightening son. Bite me once, brack goes the lightening gun The metaphors are so deep. It's got these witches choking Green, Gangrene in the face, baby you are glowing These ghouls don't get nosebleeds. Slowly they just rot away And swell up like the pony. W-K-U-K You okay babe? Oh just look at you girl You can call me Aladdin, I'll show you the world Ride your magic carpet, Jasmine. I can make your toes curl Come on baby, hurl! Then give me a twirl Shake that thang fo' me, fo' me. Back it up, hokey pokey You just wanna dance right? Well I need you to show me Drop it down below me. Baby, you should meet my homies I'll love you like the man that gets trapped inside a Boeing He knows he won't meet God, and now he misses his wife Regret is setting heavy, as he fears for his life His daughter clung his leg, when he left home that night He coulda been home flyin' high with a kite To the moon we go! Where are all my people They're foggin' up the glass, like a creep at a peep show Jeez bro, it's not that big a deal, who cares I do mother fucker. I don't do this for a reel I don't talk about this shit just to hear my own voice I'm just the quiet guy until I don't have a choice Oh boy. Alfalfa's gonna teach us a lesson Na bitch, I'm the counter to a fucked up direction You might understand the shit, if you weren't lit off cheeba sandwiches Sittin' on your ass, watering your cactuses Teachin' all our daughters that the money's in the mattresses A camera and some practice, lem'me paint you like the canvases He's such a heart throb. He told me I'd be an actress Dirty college sluts on campus F-U-C asterisk I own my masters bitch. Great Value brand Kardashian A bouquet of carnations and a couple candles lit It's a cheap date. Baby we should celebrate All of your success. Make some content in uh, SAA Not an SA. AI ain't wrapped in red tape Bo was talkin' facts, in his Inside Outtakes You probably wouldn't like me, and I can relate I read an article on Slate, Lili says it might be fake We'll never know either way. So, well done, bread made But who's more lost than me? Hey, I'll wait Who's more poetic, than a manic depressive Type on the writer? A truly candid expression Martyrdom will make your head spin, I detach at the pen I've been searchin' for the lord. So pray for me, amen Mad props, as I say that I can't watch Massive talent separates the haves from the have nots I'mma part of the latter. What's that say about my last drop Everybody hates Hollywood, until the cash talks