Lyrics: Mark Antoniio
Music: Skinny Chase
Scary sight when I vomit
You the nigga on YouTube without a blues clue
Writing raps in the comments
I'd rather increase my alcohol intake
Remain shit faced
Than rotate yo mixtape
Steak knife to yo windpipe you dare swipe from this plate
niggas way to bland for my taste
Realize
That rap's a popular contest shit it be like that sometimes
What can u do besides do you
My lyrical menstrual be heavier than that of 10 ton horse dung and then some
So come correct
Or remain motionless
Either way I carry on like
Airplane regulations for overhead bins on a long flight
You can play gifted
But I'm Saint Nicholas
No sweat when I go the distance in other words Infinitely driven
Meanwhile u pushing a lemon
I'm over-exceeding yo limit
Intensive care
U dare go there
Wit the master manipulator of drum patterns and snares
That nigga be sayin' some shit don't he
I suggest u quit homie
I'm peeping that u fatigued
I ain't even at half speed