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Bomb
by Wsquared
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I'm the bomb on the mic
Your boy can't fly by plane
Drop so much fire
Your bitch dancing for some rain
Your most recent freestyle
You think your brought the pain
But It pales in comparison
My flow is insane
Clean underwear rocking perm shit stain
Rap game smooth
I improve
Every weekday
Nerd like Wonka
No DD board game
By the end of my song you'll know my fuckin name
Recharge erryday
With DD caffeine
Take that shit
Two Sugar two cream
Rocking in the whip
So clean and pristine
Bout to go ham
Finna eat espresso bean
Some say I'm the rap god
Or perhaps got a god bod
But I just sit back in the brand new drop top
There's so much money in the bank that shits not covered
There's a smile on face
Cuz my biscuit always buttered
Pay day
Cash my check
Still in debt
I never accept
My current reality
But you know my sanity is in check
I'm in some shit
Like I swoob the poop deck
A homer I'm bout to pop
A Lisa I'm bout to cop
You can't hold me back
Cuz I'll never stop
Better check yourself
My bars bad for your health
I'm out there doing work
While you lay on the couch
I'm the bomb on the mic
Your boy can't fly by plane
Drop so much fire
Your bitch dancing for some rain
Your most recent freestyle
You think your brought the pain
But It pales in comparison
My flow is insane
Clean underwear rocking perm shit stain
Rap game smooth
I improve
Every weekday
Nerd like Wonka
No DD board game
By the end of my song you'll know my fuckin name
Recharge erryday
With DD caffeine
Take that shit
Two Sugar two cream
Rocking in the whip
So clean and pristine
Bout to go ham
Finna eat espresso bean
Some say I'm the rap god
Or perhaps got a god bod
But I just sit back in the brand new drop top
There's so much money in the bank that shits not covered
There's a smile on face
Cuz my biscuit always buttered
Pay day
Cash my check
Still in debt
I never accept
My current reality
But you know my sanity is in check
I'm in some shit
Like I swoob the poop deck
A homer I'm bout to pop
A Lisa I'm bout to cop
You can't hold me back
Cuz I'll never stop
Better check yourself
My bars bad for your health
I'm out there doing work
While you lay on the couch
