Glitch
Feeling like home Feeling like home
Feeling like back in my zone
Feeling like cracking a joke
Feeling like having some coke
Feeling like having a goat
Uh! assasination
Fuck your rappers
Now the throne is is taken
I'm the one with the truest patience
All they fucking need is some motivation
Lemme give ya
I got brains like wikipidea...
Your bars glitch like Cydia
I don't give shit about the media
I'mma kill ya
Decapitation
Feeling like having a bad vacation
I see your bullshit on youtube
I can really tell your ass is faking
I rhyme with the flow man
You gotta love it
I kindda feel like home
Baby now i'm in the zone
And you hit me on the phone
But its silent puppy
Now i got the money
And my money get the bitches
And the bitches got the drama
I took her to bahamas
Get her all the diamonds
I fuck it like a kama
Forgot about the condoms
That gave a bitch a vomit
Nine months over
Now she my baby mama
Yeah i'm back with another flow
Matter of fact i'm back with another hoe
Fuck that lets talk somethin' lyrical
And i'm talking about metaphors and syllabels
And your rhymes fuckin stink like vinegar
So i'mma cut you like a villian does
Than i'mma feed you to the cannibals
Not kidding man, rhymes so venomous
They be like this man so ahead of us
This is the future
The mumble is taking the game like fungus
The more you fucking listen the more you get dumber
You hated me and now you wanting my number
Bitch!
You wanna be rich?!
Why the fuck you on me like ticks?!
She want the ferrari and shit.
Matter of fact she getting the dick!
Do i really give a shit about your fame nah
Do i really give a shit about your lame lines
I don't really give a shit about the underground thing
Your mumble rhymings,or your dumber timings
In the jungle i'm king,and i'm feeling my sins
Never back down boy i'm just going for the win
I'm just going on,going for the throne
Going for the bitches,going for the vougue
Going for the riches
You think youre richie rich
Matter of fact you a bitchy bitch
All your music is shitty shitt
All my music is hittie hit
My benley is looking sick
Sicker than a motherfucking phantom uh
Hater you ain'y nothing but a faggot uh
Are you on some fucking marijuana uh
Hating on me dawg i'mma break you jaw
Feeling like back in my zone
Feeling like cracking a joke
Feeling like having some coke
Feeling like having a goat
Uh! assasination
Fuck your rappers
Now the throne is is taken
I'm the one with the truest patience
All they fucking need is some motivation
Lemme give ya
I got brains like wikipidea...
Your bars glitch like Cydia
I don't give shit about the media
I'mma kill ya
Decapitation
Feeling like having a bad vacation
I see your bullshit on youtube
I can really tell your ass is faking
I rhyme with the flow man
You gotta love it
I kindda feel like home
Baby now i'm in the zone
And you hit me on the phone
But its silent puppy
Now i got the money
And my money get the bitches
And the bitches got the drama
I took her to bahamas
Get her all the diamonds
I fuck it like a kama
Forgot about the condoms
That gave a bitch a vomit
Nine months over
Now she my baby mama
Yeah i'm back with another flow
Matter of fact i'm back with another hoe
Fuck that lets talk somethin' lyrical
And i'm talking about metaphors and syllabels
And your rhymes fuckin stink like vinegar
So i'mma cut you like a villian does
Than i'mma feed you to the cannibals
Not kidding man, rhymes so venomous
They be like this man so ahead of us
This is the future
The mumble is taking the game like fungus
The more you fucking listen the more you get dumber
You hated me and now you wanting my number
Bitch!
You wanna be rich?!
Why the fuck you on me like ticks?!
She want the ferrari and shit.
Matter of fact she getting the dick!
Do i really give a shit about your fame nah
Do i really give a shit about your lame lines
I don't really give a shit about the underground thing
Your mumble rhymings,or your dumber timings
In the jungle i'm king,and i'm feeling my sins
Never back down boy i'm just going for the win
I'm just going on,going for the throne
Going for the bitches,going for the vougue
Going for the riches
You think youre richie rich
Matter of fact you a bitchy bitch
All your music is shitty shitt
All my music is hittie hit
My benley is looking sick
Sicker than a motherfucking phantom uh
Hater you ain'y nothing but a faggot uh
Are you on some fucking marijuana uh
Hating on me dawg i'mma break you jaw
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Writer(s): Chetan Sharma
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