Brainiac!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, roll the carpet for the maniac Tell DC it's the Brainiac, you fake goin' nuts macadamiact Hold up, you rappers all lies you Mysterio, I'm drivin' in my car eatin' cereal I was gon' die like a year ago Look it's a psychopath, lately he walkin' a psycho path And I think he been wild since diaper rash, if you fuck with his money he might react Put on some gloves and I'm Micheal Jackson, so is my girl cus I like her bad Swirvin' the whip with no tire traction-got a really dark past and I might go back With his hands in his pockets, he talkin' to no one He bumpin' Nirvana, he rockin' and rollin' He spit like a chopper, he lock and then loaded He park in a spot in a lot where it's stolen And hoodie on hopin' they not gonna notice him Face in the papers, the cops are patrollin' Not gonna stop til his oxygen gone, fuck, we just started the song Fuck it he'd rather go rap with a mic and a beat and a stu but he stuck ina job He barely get by, he always get high, he sayin' he not, he know it's a lie But fuck it he live in denial with pride that gettin', smaller everyday goin' by Fuck it, I pray he don't get 'em a 9 and shoot at a rapper not writing his rhymes I don't wanna be another soundcloud rapper, dead ass flow underground sound rapper Fuck I shoulda been another Down South rapper They the ones who gon get the clout out faster Philly rappers wanna go compete with eachother They dont even really wanna be with eachother They don't even really wanna see one another in the club usually when the heat start bustin' I'm a lil white boy with a lil bad flow, they dont really wanna see me sittin' on a plateu Got a good voice but it sound a lil black doe, see my skin color see how they react tho Whoa, whoa, whoa, roll the carpet for the maniac Tell DC it's the Brainiac, you fake goin' nuts macadamiact Hold up, you rappers all lies you Mysterio, I'm drivin' in my car eatin' cereal I was gon' die like a year ago And the boy sick, that's venereal 808s bumpin through the stereo, run the whole world like I'm Barry-O Say you wanna battle you hysterical, this John Cena, Chris Jericho (Raw) High all day but the BI very low, I don't say what I see, eyes stayin' clooooosed up Come in for a close-up, see the lil short boy sitting on a phone book Writing in a notebook, straight bars no hooks Boy if I get 'em itll prolly be his own good Whippin' up a homecooked meal for the rap game First name Matt don't worry bout my last name Matt came, hit a couple rappers with a backhand Three on one couldn't beat him with a tag team Tap-in, walking on needles when I tap dance He was tryn'a fuck the whole world, no lapdance Took a bad chance, and a last chance Last dance with the devil he aint ever goin' back since Got the black tints for the hazbeens In the future wanna turn my whole life into past tense Fuck a rap friend, I don't have friends like I'm Batman I don't have xans, I don't have tan Man that's one fuckin' place that I can't go, heart warm and my hands cold And the poison one thing that I can't hold no mo, with the Gauntlet, I'm Thanos I'ma Goblin, a damn goon, I'ma God, got a handle on Mojnir my hammer I swing it right atchu! Got the drop on yo Lambo, tryn'a leave but yuo can't go Show up with a banjo, blue suit lookin' like Jamie in Django Pre-rolls, got a handfull, I blow the marijuana every way that the fan go Whoa, whoa, whoa, roll the carpet for the maniac Tell DC it's the Brainiac, you fake goin' nuts macadamiact Hold up, you rappers all lies you Mysterio, I'm drivin' in my car eatin' cereal I was gon' die like a year ago