CMF's (feat. OE)

I'm a cynical motherfucker and bitch, you outta luck Literal sinister minister cuz I don't give a fuck A lyrical clergy allergic to murdering words in my verses assuring that I am your Scariest adversary, it's most very apparent that I am the verbal assailant Of you grammarly failures I'd like to hammer that point home like directing you back to your own place of residence It's evident I'm heaven-sent, you're present tense You're nervous now, running circles 'round you in verses Turning you round like cursive, immersive, drown you in curses Fuck your shit, I'm crowned in first, subverting your nouns and verbs It's a curse to which I'm bound Asserting my loud arrogance, I'm certain I found the perfect Outlet for my sound resurgence, a pure and astounding wordsmith I could practically break the speed limit Fucked with a thought in my head now my mouth is conceiving it Every idea I've had is like my house on a summer night last year Cuz I would always believe in it Got notebook pages full of pencils, Eminem tracks were my stencils My rhymes jump off the page, come at your face which makes 'em three-dimensional And eventually I s2g if I don't get to see an effigy of me, sucks It'll show I didn't go hard enough Now like a raucous chimp, I'll toss this shit over to my partner in crime With each one of his lines in this song, said He'll blow your mind like a pornstar on the wrong head Before this man goes ham and starts letting all the other haters know I'll tell ya, if he stuck his dick in the Grand Canyon, he could make Mother Nature O Yo, it's O I'm a cynical motherfucker, getting sick of you other suckers, I'm a pinnacle while y'all Suffer Better get a medic and an anesthetic, I am set to wreck it, be a skeptic if you want I'll leave you apoplectic Your genetics are pathetic, my poetics' uncontested, so y'all best get off my dick Yeah every day you know I kill shit, don't ever think that I will quit Yeah I know that y'all feel it cuz I'm firing on all cylinders and I was feeling her In that backseat of a taxi only last week, girl you nasty if you ask me And if any of you motherfuckers step to me You best believe it'll be rest in peace Don't mess with me, I ain't jesting, just digesting this beat, it's the recipe Y'all are blessed to be in my presence, resting, bending, genuflecting at my feet I don't accept defeat, just write my bars, go hard and press repeat Just this week I've agreed to three features that I need to complete And we'll see eventually you might see an EP from me Another year and I'm back to the grind Try to stay humble but in the back of my mind I know I'm the best, that's not a fact that I'm trying to hide or deny on a track of this kind I see fear motherfucker, OE here motherfucker Only been rapping 'bout three years and it seems clear motherfucker I'm a fast learner, don't set my dreams on the back burner Light a match and set it to the gas, fervor building People talking rebellion like Nat Turner, yeah Me, I'll protest in the streets but I ain't ending up in prison Keep our eyes on our goals cuz we got class of 2020 vision My ambition is vicious, my mission's to make a killing I'm winning in every instance, giving evidence of my brilliance I rap the hardest this guitarist, shout out to Ronoc 'N' Roll This music we got's a tonic for the soul, shit it's about time we got on it I go supersonic, hot as a chili dog on a roll, I keep one eye open like a monocle Whenever I sleep, I do not fuck with you sheep And when I rock these kicks I'm the meanest, on my cock she licks, she's the keenest So y'all can suck my dick 'til it's the cleanest, I'm ingenious, my girl's like Venus Now you've seen this so know when I say this, I mean this I'm talking B-A-R-S, see they are stressed cuz they know that we are the best See we're cynical motherfuckers, we're cleaning the shop Of all the other utter suckers, we're the cream of the crop The dream team on this rock beat, scream and we start heat Steaming like coffee 'round your head just like Doc's Beats The pupils, the future of music, so you shouldn't view us as puny and useless We're two kids whose truth is best strewn in the tunes which are booming With too many drumbeats and Snoop shit Remain ruthless 'til we're toothless without a doubt Last eight beats of this track should be the only things that count us out