MILE HIGH CLUB (by Kiyūkō)

Welcome to the mile high club, this shit's abysmal It's official, your charisma's gone at the blow of a whistle Welcome to the mile high club, pure cynicism It's official, don't give a fizzle if you give head for wisdom The industry's going insane, or at least it sure appears so Let it go, stop hating, it's because we are all scorpios Spitting rhymes like 99 cents, your throats must be so sore Bet you girlies have some lyrics that are just to die for I wrote this song so I can profit off the things that I hate On the internet, there's ass, tits, mumble rap and clickbait This song is dedicated to all the good things that I own Prepare for one minute of silence, a pause and a long moan Aaah, at the back of the track, I've been told I like sex Thankfully I have somehow more important traits I can flex Welcome to the mile high club where you don't sit down What's intercourse when everything else comes crashing down You like when he sticks it up there and you want us to know Marriages and divorces now are just a shit-show Man, how easy would it be for me to flash everyone I see It'd boost my career so much I'd pee— (Boost my charisma) If you cheat on your partner, you get that cash flow But if they manage to cheat too, that's just a low blow Go on and fire your lawyer and write a diss track Somehow it's better, when we're angry we all can rap F*ck the sanctity of love, you're now the saints of business Cause music is not emotion, it's most cock sucking in Guinness Call me an asshole, but I'd say I'm mildly violent They said truth hurts so now that is how they promote empowerment Welcome to the mile high club, this shit's abysmal It's official, your charisma's gone at the blow of a whistle Welcome to the mile high club, pure cynicism It's official, don't give a fizzle if you give head for wisdom No, I will never want to keep my songs PG 13 Rap is nicotine, supreme and methamphetamine I might write music naked, but that's not how I sell it Your verse is just shit, no matter how you say it (hahaha) Wish I had fingers to count how many times someone's fucked my woman But you didn't get my man, f*ck, you just couldn't Untouchable, king of spades shooting MGKs It's just a pun, so no low km squad, if that's okay Speaking of weapons, that subject's now taboo The legends warned you, yet they were undermined too No one cares about strong personal development if it's underground When you've got kama sutra all over the internet with some background sound I'm not from the hood but I sure feel as if I'm underwater Rappers got me gasping for air, gasp, cause this shit is manslaughter I desire to go on, but before I nominate anyone Let me get this straight... Let me get this straight. So no gangster rap, cause that shit is obscene But it's alright when she literally dry humps the scene Go on and fire your lawyer and write a diss track Somehow it's better, when we're angry we all can rap F*ck the sanctity of love, you're now the saints of business Cause music is not emotion, it's most cock sucking in Guinness They preach when you say he fucked your intestines out Like philosophers said, they do anything for— Welcome to the mile high club, this shit's abysmal It's official, your charisma's gone at the blow of a whistle Welcome to the high mile club, pure cynicism It's official, don't give a fizzle if you give head for wisdom I investigate, calculate and graduate So I can intimidate them and annihilate All the songs weighing less than my body weight I want to culminate so watch me liberate Rap and re-create the meaning of those duplicates While they're situated at the starting gate I will oxygenate their brains at an equal rate Yeah, I will manipulate their flat-lined mental state Reactivate, rejuvenate and reintegrate Don't underestimate my mortality rate My ability to incapacitate any rap lightweight Bet you ate some of my ethyl acetate I delegate the adequate head of state It's me, I educate you, so let me levitate You mutilate the concept of fourth grade As you masturbate on beats and ejaculate You cannot renegade my sick flow rate Pssst, I am a hot plate so checkmate Terminated The mile high club's exclusive, it can't be joined by anyone Even if I was your daddy you wouldn't be my favourite son Go on and fire your lawyer and write a diss track Somehow it's better, when we're angry we all can rap F*ck the sanctity of love, you're now the saints of business Cause music is not emotion, it's most cock sucking in Guinness Because what happens on a plane always stays on the plane Don't listen to my sick brain, you're better off doing cocaine