struggle hussle

Got so many body issues prolly need ten tissues Bullets come out the nozzle like blowing out the nostril Different day same mood, never fit in like new shoes The kid lost like blue's clues Hit him with a stun gun for fun Call his son dumb, kick him in the tum so he chokes on his gum Yeg jokes in tons, but your hope is done when I bestow this blow to your dome How dare he spit so carefree, despite the fact it seems he only writes songs yearly The thought of an mc claiming royalty boils me The way I keep the rap game afloat, I call it buoyancy Touch the pen, it spews gold like Midas Real name hard to say like iridocyclitis So hungry, I might bite the mic tonight I know it's not right but famine destroys lands which is I treat the rap game like sandwich Bread surrounds it while whoever I meet (Meat) is astounded Let us be I said to Maury, we need sometime alone and that's the end of story It's gonna get gory if you keep up the ignoring of the Puerto Rican lord He holds the mic like a sword Smash ya face with a glass vase Blast ya ass with a magic cast as fast as the flash No cap man that's facts Bitch try again, you not me Making a comeback like a zombie I throw squares at the board like Yahtzee "You won't top that" bitch watch me You sloppy as top at a stop light Ayo pass that grass, at long last imma pass through these trash fools I only shoot with boomerang angles Bullet hit, you holding your neck like you were strangled Stunky monkey hungry for money Blew out her cheeks like she was doing the chubby bunny Yeg flows the mostest The way he spit gross shit, it's almost like he got halitosis Split brains quick like mitosis Dick so big, it gives bitches scoliosis They said rep your set, well bitch bet So I threw out the Naruto Hands so fast, like doing the Konomi code Tsunami flow, crash and watch your body float Even though where I'm living maybe ain't too urban I'll still split wigs like I'm Uma Thurman Known to excite like shoulder bites on a cold night, man I'm so nice Your wife like, "I like like." it's life-like when the knife strike like Mike might Spare my life they said so I might bitch SIKE I hold the mic like I got a gripe wit life And I'm ready to fight despite the fright of losing sight Rhymes make your psych ignite