VILLAINS (Freestyle)

Yuh, yuh Yo, I've been chillin' like a villain 'cause I'm mad lazy But laying down and dreaming high is making Matt crazy And all these other rappers whining like a bad baby So I devour them for breakfast like a fat lady But they gave me indigestion 'cause I'm eating junk (Junk) Motherfucker emphasize that like the 'p' in punk (Punk) Freeing up my schedule now so I can see a dub I'm a bully to this track, it's getting beaten up Back to writing a sixteen in less than hours, yeah Take the power back, bad kid like a sour patch And if you doubting that, you can shout it back But come up on me, and I'll drop you like a flour sack (God damn) This is raw shit, coming straight from the heart But I'm a master of it too 'cause I trained for my art No pulling punches, no mercy when you slay from the start No missing shots, you know why? 'Cause I aim with an arc Yo, Matt let me hop on this real quick Ahem My flows are so hypnotic, legendary like Nas, Illmatic Electrocute you with my static, don't need four to be fantastic Switching up with different tactics, blastin' off like Team Galactic Slashing ancients from Jurassic, damage slammin' on this classic When I come in with Matt, you better scat Like a rat, 'cause you're trash, it's sad I grasp my gat, your crowds are ass Coming in last, I'm fast like Flash When I hype up the mass, you're in the past (Put 'em up, yeah) Cut you off like Virgil Abloh with his Off-White (White) My vision twenty-twenty, I got my goals set on sight (Sight) Turn into a beast as I terrorize night (Grrr) I got a bad rapper pie, now I'ma take a slice (Slice) Goin' insane, clawin' my brain All of you suckers can't feel my pain Jump from a plane into a train Splatter your brains 'til your shirt gets a stain I got the reigns, you're in the rain Blowing your mind like I'm David Blaine You cannot fathom my gain or explain Why I never complain or even why I remain Look into my eyes, and you can witness your demise Petrify you like Medusa, boy, you lookin paralyzed (Yeah) Traumatized is what you're feeling as my soul is demonized I'm the devil in this new age watching all you drop like flies Fuckin' suck a dick or grab a pen and write some rhymes you prick I'll cock a gun, I'm sick like Rick flickin' through these dimensions bitch (I'm Grandpa Rick) Tryna get a lick of fame, but what you rap already exists Here's your exit slip, land a hit, and then I'll knock you in Satan's pit (Yeah) I'ma bring the whole motherfuckin' ruckus (Woo) Wu-Tang style always trumps over speakin' nonsense (Get the money) You're like a bitchy white girl, call you a hot mess (Wah) Then I'ma rip it in the club like I'm 50 Cent (Go shawty) Put your hands in the air if you don't care (Nah) This music industry is a white man's game, it's unfair (Facts) I'm fuckin' dangerous like a wild, angry grizzly bear (Grr) Don't ask me too many questions, this ain't no truth or dare (Nah) Everybody can call me the fucking monster (Yeah) Music is my medicine, call me the doctor (Aye) Losing feels sore, so here's a chiropractor Dump your body in the grave from a helicopter (Here we go) Y'all can hear the sirens blaring, better run, you're fading Contemplating if your shots are aiming, bitch there's no debating That I made it, rap is saturated, I'm authenticated, Underrated, expiration date is up, now you're outdated