Rubberducky

Keep Bibles adjacent
Kill beats like I'm Jason
I'm fly like a raven
You dry like a raisin
I'm hot like some bacon
Yo girl, she try datin
Get bread like im bakin
I don't mess wit Satan

I'm fly but I'm ugly
God say that he love me
Got drip like some bubbly
My scars be all touchy
Pull up like some Huggies
Got drip, rubber ducky
The devil be fussy
Nah, we can't be buddies

It's so cold outside, got my coat on like Kenny
I don't sip patron and I do not sip Henny
I do not wear Gucci, I do not wear Fendi
I don't got no money, I only got pennies

I thumb thru the racks while I do the division
YTC, it's ya boi on a mission
I'm breaking ankles like my name CoryxKenshin
My middle name start with W cuz I'm winnin

My music fire, that's a guarantee
My fit be lookin' like Pharisee
I be real sweet like Sara Lee
This real music, not a parody

I finessed you already, no need for apology
I'm philosophical, just call me Socrates
I'm usin my head yeah just like lobotomy
I follow Jesus, I don't do no sodomy

You say that I'm trash, boi, I think you just buggin
I sip holy water, don't sip robitussin
I don't take no L's, bruh, I'm steady dubbin
I'm stayin pure so I don't do no huggin

You want the smoke but I do not be vapin
Got ice on my wrist, boi it feel like I'm skatin
The devil be robbin, son, but (His) name not Nathan
I'm keepin it real while deez broke boys be fakin

Pull up in all black, I feel like Darth Vader
Jesus loves me, so you know I love haters
I got the heat like I'm cookin up taters
Call me Dunder Mifflin, ya boi gettin paper

You makin me sick, I call you a allergy
Say that she love me, I know that's a fallacy
Jesus is my teacher, my church is academy
I only speak truth, thats foreign like Japanese

I gotta dip like where is the exit?
Split up from my sin, yuh, just like Brexit
I made another one call me Jetson
Swift like a fox im not talkin Megan

Yo music stink, yo album full diaper
You stealin my style, I call you the Swiper
I run to the bag I feel a hiker
I got the drip just like a geyser

My fit lookin fresh, I pull up in the Forces
Tribe on the move, galloping like horses
I'm fightin these demons, it's boutta get morbid
I'm finna wipeout like obstacle courses

I preach to the streets, you preach to the choir
Smokey the bear, my music is fire
I got the heat like I'm up in the dryer
I plan for the future, you stress about prior

Just like some braces, I gotta get straight
You countin mistakes while I'm countin up cake
Satan tryna poison, that boy a disgrace
I got on my crocs, I don't got in bape

I like to move it, call me King Julien
Up in the party, I pull out my toolie then
I go ham on my demons, I belong in a looney bin
These lames they fake, yeah, I call them pseudonyms