| Rap game Taylor Swift, 45 on my hip
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| And I’ll lift up, a switch up hip hop with Riff
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| Datpiff, no downloads 'cause I am not gifted
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| I sift in through the shit on Twitter, I wanna quit it
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| But I spit it on the Beautiful Lou
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| And tell the Kitty lovers, baby, you are beautiful too
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| Blonde haired girls that put the youth in the crew
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| And if you bring me around, I’ll put some youth in you too, boo
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| I am the rap game tease, in the trap
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| Where I be’s with the Adderall fiends and the assholes
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| Wee! |
| I can rap, I’m not mean, but you’re whack
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| In the backseat, cypher’s hyper on the track
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| Wee!
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| Wee, I can rap, wee-wee, I can rap
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| I’m not mean, but you’re whack, mean-mean, but you’re whack
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| Wee-wee, I can rap, wee-wee, I can rap
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| I’m not mean, but you’re whack, mean-mean, but you’re whack
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| When it comes to hateful words, I got skin like a rhinoceros
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| Diamonds on my binder, fourth grade I was immaculate
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| Reading, writing, arithmetic; |
| my favorite? |
| Mathematics
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| Marked my paper more than average
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| You bastard rappers, you should go play in traffic
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| The way I ball, I could’ve played for Toronto Raptors
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| Olympic swimmers from Nigeria, emeralds in my ears
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| So far from clear 'cause they resemble frozen lettuce
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| 91 degrees out in Belgium, you ever seen melted lime jello?
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| Did I confuse you losers? |
| I pull up in the candy relish
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| Rap game Peppermint Patty and the lavender bumble bee jackets
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| Your girlfriend’s vagina smells like Bumble Bee tuna
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| She duct-taped me to the dumpster
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| Otherwise I woulda left sooner
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| Riff
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| Wee, I can rap, wee-wee, I can rap
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| I’m not mean, but you’re whack, mean-mean, but you’re whack
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| Wee-wee, I can rap, wee-wee, I can rap
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| I’m not mean, but you’re whack, mean-mean, but you’re whack |