Repeat Until Completed

Used to rap and let my insecurities show
Mysterious lyrics you had to google to know
It's the resilientest spirit nearly void of materialism
Noisily steering his whip into multiple poles
Nobody look the Wookiee like your boy does
All I do is sleep, slurp the purgatory poison
Hurt and boisterous, wins by coin flip
Spends his afternoon smoking on the toilet
Nobody look the Wookiee like your man does
Repeat until completed gonna be y'all new mantra
Seeing me defeated? Think you need a new camera
Stand tough and I don't even put my hands up
I need a drink something fucking dreadful
Three deep, could pee a whole fucking bed full
Compete with me need to sink to my level
So meet me three feet above the devil

Hair disheveled, hands in pockets ready to rock it
Big letters on red metal octagons couldn't stop it
Even with a skeleton key you couldn't unlock it
Whipped cream & cherries couldn't top it
On topic, or off it, shit talking
High like a rocket in the office
Sipping scotch with your bosses
The kid flosses, like once every 3 months
And spits the gingivitis with his tongue in his cheeck, cousin
One of these MCs is not like the others,
By one I mean these three brothers, we recover
From circumstances unforeseen
Back together and partying like it's 2014
Here we come for your team whether you ready or not
Haunting your dreams make you wet the bedding a lot
We impatiently await the day the penny is dropped
To celebrate with confetti and pop when y'all stop sleeping

Running with a bunch of mother fuckers on a soapbox
Ask if we're done, simultaneously hope not
Don't stop nodding just 'cause Mot got the drop on ya
I'm high as fuck, space, planes, and helicopters bruh
Chock full of bad stories and whisky
Even if I met your standards you'd still miss me
You ain't coming out to shit except your parents, kid
Like "mom, dad, I'm an embarrassment"
Rabid bitch, y'all been snarling
I'm the muzzle tight around your jowls I'm a puzzle and y'all too broke to even buy vowels
Your girl been looking like she tryna yank my mic out...
Plus she only fuck you with the lights out
Right now I'm all up in your crib like where your fridge at
Getting bigger till y'all wonder how he did that
Ask who, what, when, where, how when all he ever did was sip gin and grow his hair out



Credits
Writer(s): Bon Mot
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