Rap (sped up)

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PSB


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I'm PSB the rapper and I talk really fast
Can you write this shit down
No you probably can't
Good Luck Genius
I drive a Ferrari
And I wear the Armani
When I go outside the paparazzi is there looking for me
I run and I hide and I wear a raincoat when I'm inside
Drip too hard don't stand too close
I'll prolly punch you
That bitch a munch
Yeah she a baddie but I aint feelin her
Let's face the facts if I start talking about my feelings
You will prolly turn this shit off
That's why rappers like me hide behind
The money, the bitches, the clothes, the hoe's
The manicured, pedicured toes

She staring at my wrist, rollie
I'm staring at her chest, titties
Itty bitty committee
J's on my feet
J's in my nose
I got a song in my head
I'll tell you how it goes

(Yiiiarrgghhh)

Hennessy, hennessy, hennessy
Let me smash in the back of the focus
You said your gonna deck me
I'm still waiting
I'll send you some balls in the mail
From a male
Hail falls from the sky
I drink it
Christmas came early so deck the halls with percs and molly
On the first day of Christmas your true love said to me
Please object to my wedding
Rsvp in the mail
PSB is a male
Thirty for thirty VIP sale
You're acting like a female
A bitch, a whore, a slut, a this, a that
Tit for tat
No tatts
But you wouldn't fight back
My skin is covered in tatts
Is it? No
Let me switch the flow
Get out of my way when I drive
I'm a fucking maniac
I drink and I drive and I smoke lots of crack
I could be the next president but I'm not a yankee
I could be Miley Cyrus but I don't f*ck my dad
If my name wasn't PSB it would be something else
But until then just call me B
Can't you see
I forgot you were blind
In the blind mental clinic
I don't give a shit
Watch where you are going with that stick
I can do the same thing
Guide myself with my dick

(PSB the rapper goes really hard on this one, a beastly animal)

I'm at a bar and a ten is staring at me
But I barely notice her
Cause even at the bar I'm thinking of bars
Even though I'll never spit those bars
Cause I don't write em down
The best shit is the shit I never said
Never said I never said shit yet
I'd be number one if I tried
Couldn't fail if I tried, twice
Never tried twice
I died
I'm back
Went to the doctor asked me to piss in a cup
Ended up cummin in it
Now I got a hundred kids
And I'm paying for child support
Cost me like one song a week
Out here in the Wonggong feel like Hopsin
What's poppin
Jack Harlow goes to my gym
Open the door for the bitch
Give me top when she hop in it
I'm the highest in the boof

Jim Carrey and Jeff Daniels
I'm dumb as f*ck
Give me a bad bitch with a fat ass
Mary Swanson
I'm drinking red rasp like a bad boy, Herrera
Carolina reaper is hot as f*ck
I'm hard as f*ck
Mary Swanson is hot as f*ck
Attention all ugly people do not breathe near me
I'm a threat like a bomb
Did you put the balm on
Who told you to put the balm on
I didn't tell you to put the balm on
Why'd you to put the balm on
If you want to put the balm on
Get a doctor to put the balm on
We're all floating through the cosmos
None of this shit actually matters
Why are you listening to this song
You have free will
Have you ever helped anyone
Do you have a use in life
Your fat, stupid, worthless
I'm PSB the rapper
Here's the top things you should do before you die
Number one, f*ck sluts
Number two, take drugs
Swear at cops and fight people
Gamble everything you earn
Have kids and never come back
Sneak food into the cinemas
Drink and drive on the way to f*ck someone's wife
Steal from the rich and give it to the whore's
Eat mangos
Can you walk a mile while greened
Feet flopping about in my shoes
Cause you aint big enough for them
This is a metaphor'
I'm a size nine

That shit was fucked
I barely breathed during that shit

I'm PSB the rapper, I talk really fast
I actually prefer small titties
Balloons, nah bee stings are my favourite
I cannot downplay how much I like money pieces
You guys remember call me B
If you don't check your bitch's playlist
Can't wait for Christmas
My wish list is just names of bitches
Rodrigo is at the top of the list
I'm a real fan of her music and her pretty face
Shoutout to the borough for making documentaries
Huh
Moving on
Your girl coming over and I put a movie on
We don't make it past the lion at the start
You know it's like arrrh
You know what I'm talking about right
Hey anyway
This might be the last song I make
You never know so shoutout to the real fans
And I hope you appreciate this shit
CYAAAAA

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Written by: Mathew Connelly

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