Madman
AHnonymous
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Tired of these clowns, thinking that they run the madhouse Tired of these fake thugs, posing with their cash out Videos full of bitches with fake tits & ass out Its time for me to wipe the game clean, call it Blackout Watch your ass when I come through This field is about to become a war zone Imma leave these pricks exposed Like they're caught on their laptop on & porn showing See, you can't catch me with my pants down Because I've got nothing that I try to hide I don't need to fucking fake shit, like the pranks I pulled back when I was five I got eyes & ears everywhere, so don't start chatting shit Bad mouthing cuz I'm doing better myself now, is that it? Try to say my songs are garbage? Bitch, you thought you were part of one These snakes are trying to talk to me You'd swear I'm speaking Parseltongue I'm an original that you'll find once in a blue moon My lyrics hit you harder than when you down a dozen Blue Chews Strung together like a violin, my rhyme's immaculate Go nuts on the page, like it's covered in ejaculate I told you before, I can do this alone Just put me in a room with a microphone A pen & some paper & trust me, I know The shit that I write, like balloons, it'll blow This is all that I have, man, I can't let it go When I'm at the mic, I'm in my fucking zone I open my mouth & I just let it flow There's no other path, this is all that I know Look, I told you I'm a madman Denied entry so many times, you'd swear they're playing Kapkan You talk tough, but inside you're a pussy, call it cat scan I'm tryna find a wife, not a brazzer I'm just paying for a lap dance I don't just flow at a certain speed My shit's random, like the Autobahn in Germany I'm just tryna find a girl where I can insert my seed But they don't seem like they even wanna flirt with me I mean, I get it, I'm not like Hercules I can't throw a Ford Fiesta 30 feet But I can spit a few bars if you send me a beat And with how fast I can flow, you'll wanna let me eat 2nd time lucky, imma come back strong Try to have fun when I write my songs But they don't quite hit, I don't know what's wrong Maybe it's the lyrics, or the beats I'm on Ooh, I've got it, I found my flaw, My bars cause friction like Primark thongs But unlike my dick, they don't last too long And you can feel free to try prove that wrong Okay, my bad, I may have been too brash But at least I'm not out here fake flexing with a wad of cash At least I'm not surrounded by some trash girls with fake ass Or talking bout all the different drugs that I've never had Don't get me wrong, I enjoy letting out my wild side And though it flopped, imma get back up, cuz I know this here is my time And if you don't like the shit I'm doing, there's the door, bye-bye But don't come crawling back when I'm making more buzz than a house fly You know I got them bug eyed when I hop on a track Music is a one way street for me, there's no going back So while you're saying stupid shit, like "this white kid cant rap" I'll be at home, grinding hard, so I can get the last laugh
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