Rap Therapy

Lyrics: Jeremyray J Retherford Music: H3 Music/Jeremyray J Retherford [Intro]: Yeah, well I got some shit out with My Revenge But, I got more to say with this therapy shit ****ing listen up and be ready to think Cause if not, you'll be a ****ing link Bleedin' in with the sheeple blink Yeah

[Verse I]: Shit, I know my nudes are out Quit tryna tell me I shouldn't be proud I trusted a b***h who was a gold dig I couldn't get rid so I added an (E) pic (E)xclusive, to rid(e) on my bold shit But she did that shit so I'm fool tricked And that adds to my trust iss' Cause I need a hot ass chick Who a ****ing goal dig So ladies if I'm your taste lick Hit up my dm's But if you just want glory and money Go be a slut with holes on the other side honey Cause Alice be wanting a partner When the sound is 'touch me harder' Gets bigger, appears the mad hatter Leftovers left on her face for the 'boo a d**k', ye Cause she a d**k c**ky, motivated by the green But since I'm white,she went attack graded,a boo a b***h, ehh (Get it?) No lying,my script is getting to the hall of fame If not,every enemy gonna get Will slapped I am the tip to be fit and ball this game Tick tock,heavy epitome deal wrapped Kind and rip yourself,every bit to fall,fall into a lame No stops,better be an academy Bill strapped Lines then hip your hop a lion's den,all aim Cyan colored and step like a 'Oh,sis' tall blame Smallpox,letter reads DEAD, filled with GOD tapped Cause cuz, what I'm saying is Mess with thy so I'm slayin' this Confess that I am Saiyan, yes Best to SS4 your fate and blast Rest of your body after your a baited test Just like a beta test Cause I was going 'beat a with fists' This a lyrical blowing contest And that's not my full potential Cause I can make rhymes central And melody the hook to give a hint to ya'll This my movie and your the ex drawn (extras) And I got my eraser to wreck the songs Or just get the glove, get Trump (OJ) Get high pitch love, Jeffrey Dahm Dark horse witch stuff, Thanos' buns Simpson tough, Band hoes lungs Russian tux, and Marshall grown To make you fade, disappear Too late, shoulda gone for the head like a dear Cause this is my movie now move or I will near Kanye West and make you lit' heartless (Heartless)

[Hook]: This is Rap Therapy I Didn't wanna do this weird scene But y'all I wanted to get your bling You all bought me When I said I Had some things wide To get off my chest I meant this B***h (Wake Up Mother****ers!)

[Verse II]: Yeah, I know I'm white but my Childhood was raised black & white splashed by Pixel That just went over your head like A shot cause a QB but take the second swish the Curved like bent to make it a b but stupid will pike Up anger and hate, well glad you made it home Now you can beat us up, that's a Aboubaker type Just to want a big mac, big mad and us the victim Without that case,if it was a poker hike I'd get your face and you saying improve lines But it's not my fault if you too redundant to not like Rhymes that were thought of,not a ABC analyze Yeah To the ****ers who makin' Dahmer a meme Glorifying his strucks are a ****ing dweeb See, I'm saying his name for shock factor To just to wait and see if you hearing what my saying The reason your taking his name is for cash blooms Cause it's a new story in the Z generation, **** wrong with you? So RIP to Hicks,Tuomi,Doxtater,Guerrero,Sears Beeks,Smith,Miller,Straughter,Lindsey,Hughes Sinthasomphone,Turner,Weinberger,Lacy And Bradehoft, sorry the pigs were lazy and it happened to you So learn cause not,I'mma make you edge U cait Ed (make me cum) Know whenever I rent a lot for the reference (your done!) You'll see my barrier plot, call it a in grave end With my name in the pot, so B***h kay then? (Ok!) Ok then And to that chick who Listened to my old pick,flew To my haters,who knew? Said I sounded 'drunk',rude But I guess it's just flat truth Cause then I had shit to Grab the bottle,nah drink 2 My dad,homies,sisters a gone brew That life stewed up for me not you All you had to deal in life is ****s,huge And taking them in like it's blues clues All cause you told him to get that bluechew That or you just a gold groove Only reason you date men is to pursue Money and not real love, (ohhh) who knew? And for that ****ing matter, B***h The title was a buck in the ladder hitch (Cinda Not Good) To my rivalry, a truck to scatter hit (acronym) But as I've grown older I've seen my mastery wasn't cold or Hot just a mess like after groceries Cause I confess that wasn't me Ya'll bought the rushing scene And now it's ****ing World War 3 But just DJ,Slump,AJS, and me Cause I ****ing took the Slytherin Snake being And told him to look that fat younger ****ery Strangle him till eyes pop out like rockery Drink that blood, show him Hell's shockingly Sinks where he then drowned to mockery Till he's filled with green even at gray,chock it be People learned that I learned even with my pupils out Deep hole for me to lay in when the sun goes down Just to wrap it under the shooting stars to call it a Rap popped rock star with the Skills to just specialize in lyrical kills, to Get my skillet, cook up in the lab like Corona Cause as soon as you hear me Decide to wear a mask from the Full time I destroyed your tasks,we Will ****ing eat you alive like V-e-nom From Em's denim or Black Widows V-in-'um' Either way you'll decide that I'm more than you Will every be even on a ****ing coke blew (spazzed) Yeah Ok, yeah you want your characters to be rad Not changed or traits to get stabbed But can you hear me on one thing that You say this crap But when Jesus was a stat He wasn't white so why change that? And the Hypocrites saying it's not just the color Saying it's the whole entire character Likes Marvel and Science, a realtor But can't sell us on their bullshit,tuff Cause when Samuel played Fury Not even acted like the comic mirrorory You all were fine with it But when a different black person plays a very Good role that was written as a white berry You all get really bitter and bite your furry But B***h have you ever heard of the Multiverse? You have those hitched theory darts But can't accept that stories can have those parts But enough of Marvel carts Im bout to ****ing get marvelously hard Just get an B***h*** thinking of these bars Cause B***h whenever I start to web All these rappers who claim to be fly I ditch them with my Raw Thoughts a step Into my mind,please come to the pod,see,decide To smoke my pitch, you'll get to C-HR-is a weap' Just Spiderman their time, get an applause in the light And if you say I don't spit Better go back to 8th grade with Highlighters to analyze my shit Oh, I'm sorry I shoulda said a college level bridge Cause my verses make the hook,a bait it's Complex like for nerds I get really infinite with combo perks And for the Jock heards? I use terms to fill it in for a long mofo works For the fat stocked birds I get darker like Eminem, M&M's like my dad Matt, a Merc em' Who literally taught me everything in rap turfs For the video making holder with a purse I get in my bag, like you editing all those clips,my clips a perc And the devil's work Gets everybody blurred RIP to PNB Rock easily As well as Takeoff, please be Resting in paradise, it's not alright For this life's perk So eat up and for anyone who thinks My beats are trash, lines aren't links Can just eat that meaty bash, mine aren't for you,you a blink And if you want me to stop ****ing cursing Say my grammar or vocab is cursed then I'll just use complex words and see whose the weakling Like I'll just be a sycophant to those sick pros and Have a lilliputian for those know-it-all's then Outsmart all those egregious rappers, a man Whose obfuscate will hate me, ok, amen And go shag yourself if you can't be Scooby when It's not a mystery that I have bars but your in A dull-witted car for a mind, taking a drive spin Oh you think you love me for the green in My wallet then nympho go be with your sin Cause for lyrics, me? My blade, I'm an assassin See I can curse without modern pins But you won't know it unless your lens Has read the dictionary ok, then Yeah Grandpa, if you just woulda Stayed in Dad's life and not let him die then uh Maybe I wouldn't bomb And explode on them all Or have that aunt whose actually a step tongue Whose told me lies, **** her and the past,ya So Grandpa, if you hear this song Just know your ****ing wrong So It's all your fault And **** all those dumb ass commenters Ruebennava,Lucid,Bag Chaser,Trey,Conner C Kant Trust Bxs and that O B***h with p at the dot, or A daughter, a B***h of a dog hurt, profile picture Cause when I said goofy,non-sense shit But I sense it, (what?) I'm a sensi, your the B***h, ayye And that all you love music that isn't good, wait I mean literally just ass music, the muses late And If I make a sex joke,I'll just get hate But I don't understand why I make All this music with tons of thought For you to just want a mumbled, ghostwritten, autotune lot Guess it makes sense why you can't hear Why I say bars, shit look in the mirror Cause you all blast your shit with noise,weird? I'm there and like I said bout the bag, queer Even when I take garbage out I'm still the one moving you clowns in the ground Cause that Halloween night The real fight After reading the comments Was not to reply with obvious Content, but was to light My thoughts of making me go to the light Layed there, baked, sad and high Thinking how can I open my eyes Will it be a knife tonight? Will it a slice to the wrist, alright Will it be a bullet to the head on site Will it be a rope like my friend who died? I don't know then something inside Made me see the devil in me And since hell was there,real-really I decided to get back up,angry And see that I have new victims on the side To make their lines go flat like that idiot wide With bullshit comments to tell me what Earth is,why? Would you poke the bear, especially a winter one where Everything he does is in the cold And then expect bars (not) to get bold Cause I'm so ****ing mad (****!) I could reach through the mic like Ike,can be bad Where I'll ****ing slice my enemies throat Feed that pie down the chimney of their pucci's,oh Before I do that, buck their fingernails off, no Trim but a bat bite, then cut fingers, well toss a roll Of skin and bone to their a*****e, tho I'd then make them eat their B***hass And then cut every torturous minerals, out ta Then a final kill as their listening to my diss, bro Let's just say that if it wasn't for entertainment My empathy section or god's testament My job would entering the main hits Like I do but the needle is a fit To the brain, be brainless, lit And a serial killer with Long list of names, yes Only thing controlling me is my thought pitch Oh what's wrong you, afraid B***h? Well that's my plan, I put you in your place like fright, snitch (freight) Cause TikTok don't ban my vids If not one you B***h reported it But I can guarantee that you won't get this In the times of the dark I've been tryna get down Did you get that? Was you a loaner and I got it? (Get it?) Cause If I don't I won't ever sin tryna get my sound Out but you wouldn't have sat to listen if started Like this but a third time's a charm, tryna get around From you but B***h I've already calculated And blew the numbers proud and sedated Cause I got 18 rhyming techniques So I won't ever succumb to be brief Even if I have my cowboy hat on My punk rock strong The regular cas' that gets fond Or even a ****ing strap on I'll never be out-fit for this job Why? Cause in every single song I will always out-wit you all My clause will never be as long So tell santa's out-let I'm a rude-off Time is almost on a pause, a bong Cause I just out-lit the beat, a full Puff Cause I wrote this 3 times Had a different version,before this kind But I guess this is the final pill, right? Yes, so eat it, and if you die Well shit, see you on the other side (****!)

[Outro]: I told y'all not to mess with me But I guess you guys just didn't listen It's ok then So I'm Freddy and you guys are living on Elm Street Not only that But you guys are the new Mystery Inc And I just set you in a trap While your still tryna figure who to get out And for those who don't like the beat pauses And the beat switches Just like therapy,this is bipolar I got bipolar mother****ers Don't **** with me Slump Oh and for all the people who were actually good commenters thank you you know I love you Thank you to all the homies and ones in the community (Hehe)