Don't Hug Me, I'm Scared.

Hey babe, um I haven't heard from you in a while
Hope you're doing okay
Last time we spoke I was really worried about you
Just let me in, please
Let me know what's up
Bye

Fuck Guns I would rather prefer a cleaver
I'm chewing on meat like a motherfucking Beaver
Take this bitch to the cleaners
And all of this meat is making me leaner
My demeanour is disgusting
Drain the body of its blood drink it then I'll send it to the gulag
If you don't like my rude ass
I'll scrape the skin off your back and make a human skin durag
I'm about to go and murder these niggas
I verbalise my word supply lyrically perverting niggas
Personally, I'm the one traversing all these niggas
I'm burning these niggas while I'm mentally disturbing niggas
You illiterate and want to take rap serious
My flow so sharp shit I cut my fucking wrist with it
Intricate lyricist, the way I'm fucking up the scene
It's like me and the rap game just love to get intimate
Me and some of my old friends just don't align
They trying to raise the roof, shit I'm aiming for the Sky
I advise you take a line try suicide end your life
Tie a rope around your neck cut off your air supply
They giving verbal man it is so asinine
They still deny I'm the motherfucking best at this
Respect my shit, motherfucking poet
These rap niggas irrelevant
They don't seem to get it no matter how many times I'm telling them
I'm so fucking prevalent in this new age
I'm packing a Three two as I streak through a me too parade
Cape see through
Taken so much amphetamine and escitalopram
I'm Superman on super Xans with Lois Lane
I'm so insane well that's what my friend said
When he caught me signing his girlfriend's breasts after my show
I can never get played by a hoe
Cos I'll shoot her in her fucking head and act like I don't know ay



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Writer(s): Uchechukwuka Mordi
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