I got bored and killed the GNAT beat! Salute to the goat!
Reproduced by Rezcaze
Mixed & Mastered by Brandon Taylor
Shot by Wifey
Edited by Sonik
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LYRICS:
i feel like theres nobody on my level, too sick in the head im cosigned by the devil.
like a coke head with these dope lines that i cut up, gettin road head everytime i ride instrumentals.
i been in the booth with a strapped too me, and my nuts so big that my ballsacks drooping.
im about to pull up in a all black hoopty, better catch me if you can like the tom hanks movie.
Now its mission impossible i hit em like dominos, started killin all these beats and now they think im responsible.
i was chillin like a villain but this shit is intolerable, im a killer with the lyrics yall are sick as a common cold
they all want a piece of me tell em pick up the particles, homie i been on a wave they been trippin on barnicles
my shit is phenomal, i got more tricks in my arsenal, put em in the hospital and make em fill out a doctors note, woaaaaaaahhhh.
better hold that thought, i could do this shit with no hands watch.
see the drip when i drop better go grab mops, plain jane on my wrist like an old man watch, like a chick on her period cause the flow cant stop, you on onlyfans with ya clothes half off, for ten bucks a month ill expose yall twats, im just kidding bro I think your really dope man, GNAT!
stop playin with the boy, pissed off neighbors im makin the noise
I told y’all once that I came to destroy, watch her land on the D like a plane to Detroit.
and I’m doggin her face no cranberry juice, I don’t even aim I just stand there and shoot.
I got more stunts that I CANPULL no soup, in the booth drunk off gin and juice like snoop.
Man, what the fuck yall mean, yall pushing my buttons like plus size jeans.
I got no limit hustle out the trunk like P, I was twelve smoking blunts like fuck visine.
They tell me that I rap sadistic, no covid but they still tryna mask my sickness, you dont wanna cross me im not actually christian, its like everywhere I go now they have restrictions and it makes hard for me to get back to business, half these kids rapping should slash there wrist then, I been doing this since too short was mackin bitches, if raps a gift ima gift raps for Christmas.
Oooooo, he’s a certified phsyco, im murderin a Hurd of these nerds with my eyes closed, better hit the store and go and purchase more lysol, or you’re about to witness more germs go viral.
Yeah, you know I came for the smoke, much love to the rap god praise too the goat but these other rap guys really aint comin close start takin ya notes before they get exposed.
Fuck hollywood, fame is a joke better stay in ya lane or im aimin the toast keep sayin my name and remain as a ghost put ya face through the ropes like im razor Ramone.
Ooooo, big merk is an animal, stab through ya shirt till it burst in ya clavicle.
Why they keep sayin that my words are irrational, im on the diving board no shirt bout to cannon ball.
Now we can’t go home for Christmas cause apparently we all gotta social distance but the liquor stores open and im codependent so im gettin fucked up till I dont know the difference.
They say my songs are like covid, so I think you might need a mask.
Or it’ll be harder to cope with, and you’ll see your life in a flash.
I went from human to martian, im sick and I might just relapse.
Still then ill keep killing these rappers, just so I can relax
