L.E.X.
My name is LEX
I am a rapper
I wrote this rhyme on the crapper, whaat?
Now everybody that can hear this sound
Put your muthafuckin hands in the air right now
But if you got a small dick put em down
Cause i'm looking for a fella that is well endowed, uh
Just kidding, I am not a size queen
Just a fan of cool licks, ice cream
Screamin' like I'm Pewdiepie on a livestream
Flow cold like Articuno, ice beam
I'm high on IQ and drugs, limitless
These guys wanna give me hugs, minivest
If I succumb to my delusions of omnipotence
I'll get my head cut by Macduff, Inverness
I'm goin' crazy like a mammal, batshit
I'm dropping bars like I'm droppin, acid
I eat it up like a cake, fat kid
Fill me in the next day, madlibs
Why you fuckin' with that L.E.X
Man I heard it all so what you gonna tell me next?
That I'm rude as fuck? That I'm selling sex?
I'd deny it but a lot of truth is said in jest
I'm like
Why you fuckin' with that L.E.X
Man I heard it all so what you gonna tell me next?
That I'm whack as hell? I got no respect?
I'd deny it but a lot of truth is said in jest
I'm gettin turnt like a centrifuge, spinnin' out
Your whole game like your hair, thinnin' out
And I'm gettin death threats any minute now
I'm out in California catching beef, in-n-out
I like to keep it kinda funny, hashtag
But the drinking takes a toll, Fastrak
I hit it right on the head, snapback
You fuckers put it on the wrong side, asshat
Now errybody in the club get tipsy
I'm walkin round wearing jeans that dont fit me
I got some holes in my crotch, getting thrifty
Fuck getting rich, I'll die trying, Fifty
Look at me, I ain't got no street cred
I'm too wholesome and bland, wheat bread
I'm a straight A graduate from UCB and
I'd rather eat a dick than get a B, I'd rather be dead
Yeah I'm the best, really I got nothing left to say
The fellas say i got the best ass in the bay
I like to claim I got it working out every day
But I got it eating pita chips and sippin on some alize
Big dreams but I'm really fuckin lazy
People tell me Alex you crazy, I say maybe
Keep writing wordplay till writing words pays me
But till then, I can do this all day, see
Souped up in a Cadillac, miso
Meter won't give my quarter back, tebow
Got an ese in the back seat, mijo
Wrote a song about myself, ego
Ripped off lonely island, semicolon
I'm just low on motivation, Kelly Rowland
I wanna be on top, but all the gender roles
Got me fucked up like hentai, tentacles
Hear the voices in my head, bad sign
Tryna tell me that I'm mental, gaslight
They wanna try to steal the spotlight, costar
Beat they fucking teeth in, crowbar
My thoughts standing in the crowd, unimpressed
Not a no, not a yes, to some extent
I broke a God-given promise, covenant
Now I'm doing wordplay in hell, punishment
What, what, why, why
Why you fuckin' with that L.E.X
What, what, why, why
Cause a lot of truth is said in jest, I'm like
What, what, why, why
Why you fuckin' with that L.E.X
What, what, why, why
Why you fuckin' with that, why you fuckin' with that
I am a rapper
I wrote this rhyme on the crapper, whaat?
Now everybody that can hear this sound
Put your muthafuckin hands in the air right now
But if you got a small dick put em down
Cause i'm looking for a fella that is well endowed, uh
Just kidding, I am not a size queen
Just a fan of cool licks, ice cream
Screamin' like I'm Pewdiepie on a livestream
Flow cold like Articuno, ice beam
I'm high on IQ and drugs, limitless
These guys wanna give me hugs, minivest
If I succumb to my delusions of omnipotence
I'll get my head cut by Macduff, Inverness
I'm goin' crazy like a mammal, batshit
I'm dropping bars like I'm droppin, acid
I eat it up like a cake, fat kid
Fill me in the next day, madlibs
Why you fuckin' with that L.E.X
Man I heard it all so what you gonna tell me next?
That I'm rude as fuck? That I'm selling sex?
I'd deny it but a lot of truth is said in jest
I'm like
Why you fuckin' with that L.E.X
Man I heard it all so what you gonna tell me next?
That I'm whack as hell? I got no respect?
I'd deny it but a lot of truth is said in jest
I'm gettin turnt like a centrifuge, spinnin' out
Your whole game like your hair, thinnin' out
And I'm gettin death threats any minute now
I'm out in California catching beef, in-n-out
I like to keep it kinda funny, hashtag
But the drinking takes a toll, Fastrak
I hit it right on the head, snapback
You fuckers put it on the wrong side, asshat
Now errybody in the club get tipsy
I'm walkin round wearing jeans that dont fit me
I got some holes in my crotch, getting thrifty
Fuck getting rich, I'll die trying, Fifty
Look at me, I ain't got no street cred
I'm too wholesome and bland, wheat bread
I'm a straight A graduate from UCB and
I'd rather eat a dick than get a B, I'd rather be dead
Yeah I'm the best, really I got nothing left to say
The fellas say i got the best ass in the bay
I like to claim I got it working out every day
But I got it eating pita chips and sippin on some alize
Big dreams but I'm really fuckin lazy
People tell me Alex you crazy, I say maybe
Keep writing wordplay till writing words pays me
But till then, I can do this all day, see
Souped up in a Cadillac, miso
Meter won't give my quarter back, tebow
Got an ese in the back seat, mijo
Wrote a song about myself, ego
Ripped off lonely island, semicolon
I'm just low on motivation, Kelly Rowland
I wanna be on top, but all the gender roles
Got me fucked up like hentai, tentacles
Hear the voices in my head, bad sign
Tryna tell me that I'm mental, gaslight
They wanna try to steal the spotlight, costar
Beat they fucking teeth in, crowbar
My thoughts standing in the crowd, unimpressed
Not a no, not a yes, to some extent
I broke a God-given promise, covenant
Now I'm doing wordplay in hell, punishment
What, what, why, why
Why you fuckin' with that L.E.X
What, what, why, why
Cause a lot of truth is said in jest, I'm like
What, what, why, why
Why you fuckin' with that L.E.X
What, what, why, why
Why you fuckin' with that, why you fuckin' with that
Credits
Writer(s): Lex The Lexicon Artist
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