Delightful (Freeverse)

Get back I'm on the track to attack you I pack a punch and a lunch like a fat f*ck I'm pissed off at these wiggity wack rappers I'll criss cross hit them til their piggity pants backwards All I need's a little weed rolled into a backwoods That's good, let me try to spit it a little faster Giving them infinite syllables Selling bullshit to all of my principals Ever since I was a little fat kid I would sin and repent in confessionals Bastard, asshole What you think I rap for To push a fuckin Rav four Pull a bunch of bad hoes You should know that's a no I do it for the cash flow Raise the bar so high That you ain't ever seen the damn floor Whoa, time to take it slow So these other rappers understand That it's their time to go They had a good run and had fun I suppose With the insufficient funds from the cars and the clothes All that stupid trendy shit Gucci, Louis, Fendi shit Filling Sprite with medicine Killing minds of the innocent Isn't it ridiculous how any given idiot Can glorify their ignorance and post it on the internet Now they bout the Benjamin's Cause somehow people listening To songs that have no messages One day they'll be irrelevant, it's evident If anything, they'll die before their time And sadly that's the only way these kids are gonna remember it But maybe they can take it as a lesson Open their eyes, look at their life as a blessing I've seen too many tragedies, I'm only twenty-seven So it's clear we have to pave a new way for the adolescents Not to mention, we live in a modern day apocalypse Well, at least that's my hypothesis Based on devastation on every one of the continents But that's another story I won't bore you with my politics Shit, I got a lot bottled inside of me It's no wonder most of us struggle with our sobriety I'm just trying to see us do better as a society Not just America, the whole planet entirely Damn it, I went off on a tangent I'm not supposed to be preaching, I'm just supposed to be rapping I guess that's what happens when you state facts, and actually want change To try and escape from the bad habits Anyway, as I was saying the rappity-rap Boom bap and lyrical combat is back But God damn, I'm hearing them all talking bad, like Your songs are too sad, I can't twerk to that Well, I don't write club hits, so f*ck it Just because you can't shake your ass doesn't mean that it's rubbish You dumb bitch My shit'll have you crying at the function Drunk texting your ex, telling him you still love him Meanwhile he's fucking a new bitch So if you want a new dick to suck We can go upstairs and do this Removing all our clothes Get into the movement, and prove that The only thing I do know is music I don't give a f*ck if I'm fucking bitches or not As long as these fucking bitches is bumping the shit I drop But once I get them to listen A bunch of them start bitching about a word that I slurred Cause I love stirring the pot I'm NOT gonna cater to these haters that cry Over every little itty bitty thing that they find I just wanna know why they gotta be so blue Da ba dee da ba die I gotta get high to Unwind and start flying High as the Eiffel Six, five, four, three, two, that is final This might force me to grab the rifle Count down to one, now it's done How delightful