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Boom Bap 101 Lyrics - Artist : MacDonald, Tom
Throw your
Throw your hands up Alright this rapping shit is easier Than beating up a teenager If you think that your bars are cold Then trust me you'd be freezing here It's me against the world And the beating will be so severe You'll think the year was 2012 And there really was a meteor The pedal to the metal I've had several accidental beers A temperamental fellow With a devil nestled in my ear A sentimental fellow I wrestle with my potential Til the intercontinental belt is mine Like yo the champ is here I'm Seth Rollins I'm Dwaine Johnson I'm Steve Austin The best rockin I'm way awesome So keep talkin You press pause When the game harden You need options I flex often You lame awkward You geeks awful Solid like a statue In a bulletproof vest Inside a plexiglass encasement Full of hardened cement Then rapped in carbon fiber armor Locked inside of a chest Kept in a confidential area With barb wire fence Man I'm lit Like gasoline is free with a lighter I'm reaching maximum capacity Can't be any tighter I'll hold your grandson as ransom The family hella frightened And put his face in a magazine With a reward if you find him Super savage I'll laugh when your Uber crash And I'll smash you computer after And dash to a school classroom And act like student vandal And scratch up the tutors Mazda When the ask if I knew what happened I'll jack a Suzuki wagon Put a rag in the fuel tank And watch the fireworks Like the 4th of July I'm like lightning in a bottle Or a sorcerers eyes Rappers hating on me lately They just bored of their lives And chasing clout on borrowed time But I'm the owner of mine Born to survive Y'all were built with older design It's too late for an update Your papers ordered and signed I'm sorry your motor isn't performing like mine I know it's morbid I look forward to the moment it dies That's not important though The rappers are my sons I'm running orphan homes I force feed em poison porridge Shutting down their organs slow I'm always going glorryhole That balls to that wall You know how the story goes Don't talk to the cops If they corner you and force you Then I do not recall That got a lot in common With the way I feel about your songs They're forgettable Like I smoked a blunt And followed it with edibles Then popped a bunch of ecstasy While happened at a festival Then fell asleep and woke up Wearing nothing deep in Mexico And then you ask me if I heard Your music like forgettable Heh I'm incredible Pat me on the back They think cause I got face tattoos I probably couldn't rap I ain't Lil' Yatchy or Tekashi Uzi or Xan I'm smarter than I look If you're too stupid to ask |
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