Like a MF Sofa
Muze
Sikk
You
Are a bitch
Stealing my shit bro
Stealing my flow
You gonna regret that shit
Ugh
Let's go
Ugh
So I pull up on a couple suckers thinking that they fucking with the flow that's
Worth a hundred milli and I wonder
Really
Do you really think that you can fuck with the boss
I put you game but you see it as a loss
Prone to grope dough
And slow the froze drones
Composed of low tones
We overdose on
A Tulsa Pro down
Electro sections
Thoughts like dust you're the desk it set in
Fuck you mean your the desk it sets in
I'm the best and destined
It's butch man
Proton to electrons
Presidential Rollie
Like I'm winning elections
Lay the blueprint
Then ensue the erection
It's a smooth intercession
You're a true interception
Blow the pipe you pedestrian
Steal the flow and imma fuck you ovuh
Whoah
Big bad wolf finna blow you over
This little piggy tried to rhyme
Till I crossed him over
Now he at a loss for the vocals
Copped the conch for the oceans quotes
Known I would blow since I smoked the dope
Made a diamond hit
No big shit
That was Last October
Ugh
Sitting on that bitch like a motherfucking sofa
It's Butch man
I ain't got time for loafers
Told you already I'm a boss to most of
These little fools at a loss for focus
You don't know shit cept for what you're supposed to
Butch man willing like alright let's go sir
On the way to the cake
As I snake my way through the fake
Imma shadow from a torch to the cave
Inhabitants
Spit brass monkey hands
To their babblings
Bitch you already know I'm traveling
Bitch you already know what cabbage is
Bitch you already know that rabbit is
Mad
Cuz I'm
Busting
Whoah
Shit
Mad hatter with the sabotage
Flat line rappers with the sasphrass
Real life vlads get pale when I slash the bats
Leave you impaled just to drip for that
Leave you skits for that
Leave you like a bitch for that
Pussy all wet; clitoris to lap
I'm the shit that's a fact
You ain't on shit that's a fact
ADHD got me dyslexic when I spit my raps
Or rap my spits
Before I'm coming hard I gotta wrap the shit
Little bow tie all nice and shit
I present this dick
To whoever talking shit
Its Mass Transit
Indy Heat Records
Aliens have landed
Sikk
You
Are a bitch
Stealing my shit bro
Stealing my flow
You gonna regret that shit
Ugh
Let's go
Ugh
So I pull up on a couple suckers thinking that they fucking with the flow that's
Worth a hundred milli and I wonder
Really
Do you really think that you can fuck with the boss
I put you game but you see it as a loss
Prone to grope dough
And slow the froze drones
Composed of low tones
We overdose on
A Tulsa Pro down
Electro sections
Thoughts like dust you're the desk it set in
Fuck you mean your the desk it sets in
I'm the best and destined
It's butch man
Proton to electrons
Presidential Rollie
Like I'm winning elections
Lay the blueprint
Then ensue the erection
It's a smooth intercession
You're a true interception
Blow the pipe you pedestrian
Steal the flow and imma fuck you ovuh
Whoah
Big bad wolf finna blow you over
This little piggy tried to rhyme
Till I crossed him over
Now he at a loss for the vocals
Copped the conch for the oceans quotes
Known I would blow since I smoked the dope
Made a diamond hit
No big shit
That was Last October
Ugh
Sitting on that bitch like a motherfucking sofa
It's Butch man
I ain't got time for loafers
Told you already I'm a boss to most of
These little fools at a loss for focus
You don't know shit cept for what you're supposed to
Butch man willing like alright let's go sir
On the way to the cake
As I snake my way through the fake
Imma shadow from a torch to the cave
Inhabitants
Spit brass monkey hands
To their babblings
Bitch you already know I'm traveling
Bitch you already know what cabbage is
Bitch you already know that rabbit is
Mad
Cuz I'm
Busting
Whoah
Shit
Mad hatter with the sabotage
Flat line rappers with the sasphrass
Real life vlads get pale when I slash the bats
Leave you impaled just to drip for that
Leave you skits for that
Leave you like a bitch for that
Pussy all wet; clitoris to lap
I'm the shit that's a fact
You ain't on shit that's a fact
ADHD got me dyslexic when I spit my raps
Or rap my spits
Before I'm coming hard I gotta wrap the shit
Little bow tie all nice and shit
I present this dick
To whoever talking shit
Its Mass Transit
Indy Heat Records
Aliens have landed
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Paulson
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