Lethal (feat. Brad Thomas)

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I kill rappers, the piff packer, my kicks dapper
Focus on your passion for this art and get rich after
A sick bastard, I'm one you shouldn't fool with
Bitch I ain't the kid you remember you went to school with
They handed me the blueprint, so I went ahead and used it
Polished up my skill set and stuck it in my tool kit
Assemble deadly rhymes, hit a beat from behind
I'm a dick, no I'm a nice guy, guess I'm on the borderline
The underground overlords, we came to throw you overboard
Bumpin' different genres while I'm puffin' on that Bulbasaur
Got enough tree, yo my jars stuffed and furthermore
My girl she went green and she's livin' just like an herbivore
This I never heard before, somethin' about the perks of war
I'm 'bout to smash shit like the green dude with the purple shorts
We're too persistent, you're too simplistic, you clueless prick
It's sick, I'll leave you driftin' on a boogie board

Yeah
Back with a vengeance, rap like it's Christmas
Best if labels don't sign me, I'm bad for they business
Y'all seen me kill the game, now I'm blastin' the witness
Pull the rocket out my pocket, bruh I'm lackin' forgiveness
It's the asthmatic who raps fast with his hat backwards
Spasmatic, don't lack practice, I smash cowards
My crew ill like Dru Hill
You fools couldn't be harder than us if you popped a couple of blue pills
Get it, I do this so gratuitously
I'm Mike Posner, all these haters think they cooler than me
'Cuz I'm the only ginzo who ain't got no goons in the street
But I'll still whack you on a track, so it'd be foolish to speak
Freeformer, yeah my face ain't got no razor scars
Squad got a couple o's stored up in some mason jars
I truly kill suckas with my Louisville Slugger
Last of a dyin' breed, homie come and fly with me

Lethal ploys to eradicate all these wack clowns
Man down, I drop a pipe bomb in the trap house
Shovel up what's left and then bury it at the campgrounds
Go back after and scrub the stains with a ShamWow
And that's how I really feel about these new chumps, it's screwed up
I'm tryna hear some shit that gives me goosebumps
Played your shit in front of the dog and my buddy blew chucks
You're fruit stuffed, refer to KTM for a tuneup

Deliver more rhymes
Now everybody be tryna battle me like KRS in a grocery store line
But it's cool though, on tracks I'm saucy like menudo
Send y'all off to Pluto for fakin' like some pseudoscience
Recruit all tyrants for the brutal violence
Tackle fools like the New York Giants
They removed y'all eyelids, yeah y'all sleeping while awake
But I'm too busy droppin' gems to fiend and die for papes

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