Jokes on You
I think there's a big difference between comedy and, whoa
There's something wrong yea deep in my cranium
A Looney Tune whoa a bit Tazmanaian
I'm radiant electric like a Raiden win
Whats this ya favorite rapper is Canadian
Whoa pardon me, do you sell out stadiums
Well no but what's your planet to an alien
I'll take life on the rocks keep ya Adrian
I got the plug yep for ya left atrium
An cold hearted this pen ignites the heat I speak
An take a peak no small feet white boy spit so elite
An mama issues not like the guy who brought his bleach
Reminiscent of a style one that ya cannot teach
An games mine cant ya see finders keep
Not Lil Dicky but in Dickies running past my feet
Neanderthal OG yea I brought you heat
Nobody to compete wit competitions me
Yea dey want one thru five stop it
It's no surprise you in it for the gossip
Integrity as bout as shallow as ya pockets
An out to make profits from fake prophets
Stop sorry I'll change topics
I'll mind fuck skull fuck ya eye sockets
O hey bet you cant top it
An don't blink or you might think I lost it
I know the lines well continue to cross it
An weighted shoulders but no time for ya hunches
This track got no hook like I'm pullin' all my punches
An may I say to the layman listen that's just my taste
Keep runnin' from ya demons we like the chase
An laced a trace of some Rona into ya face
I'll place ya six feet deep in personal space
There's something wrong yea deep in my cranium
A Looney Tune whoa a bit Tazmanaian
I'm radiant electric like a Raiden win
Whats this ya favorite rapper is Canadian
Whoa pardon me, do you sell out stadiums
Well no but what's your planet to an alien
I'll take life on the rocks keep ya Adrian
I got the plug yep for ya left atrium
An cold hearted this pen ignites the heat I speak
An take a peak no small feet white boy spit so elite
An mama issues not like the guy who brought his bleach
Reminiscent of a style one that ya cannot teach
An games mine cant ya see finders keep
Not Lil Dicky but in Dickies running past my feet
Neanderthal OG yea I brought you heat
Nobody to compete wit competitions me
Yea dey want one thru five stop it
It's no surprise you in it for the gossip
Integrity as bout as shallow as ya pockets
An out to make profits from fake prophets
Stop sorry I'll change topics
I'll mind fuck skull fuck ya eye sockets
O hey bet you cant top it
An don't blink or you might think I lost it
I know the lines well continue to cross it
An weighted shoulders but no time for ya hunches
This track got no hook like I'm pullin' all my punches
An may I say to the layman listen that's just my taste
Keep runnin' from ya demons we like the chase
An laced a trace of some Rona into ya face
I'll place ya six feet deep in personal space
Credits
Writer(s): Matt Sayers
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