GO!

Write down a couple lines with a couple rhymes
Then I ride the flow on the mic like
I'm on a roller coaster
Cop a station
No, I rob a station
Now the cop is chasing
All of my shit just got confiscated
Shit's just arbitrary
Can't believe that
After a thousand years
You laugh, but hear whenever I have to speak
On my own brutality
See it's cool when stereotypical
Lyrical miracle ain't imaged
In my lyrics that make you go in circles
Here we go
When I take a pic, ain't in the image
I'm already dead
Take a look at me, next second you piss
All up in your bed
I'm nightmarish, you perish
I bet you're probably scared
No need to feel embarrassed
You barely already cared
Don't wanna try but the trophie's the goal
Goat gonna climb like it's so physical
Oh, gonna cry?
That is so pitiful
Don't really mind if you open to go
Shoot your shot, better aim for the dome
Chupacabra like I'm in your home
Shut your trap and your eyes shut closed
Keep your thought, cause you can't let go

(Go, go, yeah)
(Go, go, go)
(Go, go, go, go, yeah)
(Go, go, go, go, go)
(GO!, go)

Bitch that ho libido's high as fuck
Can't even open the code
My business all that I'm looking for
I am a terrible hitter for I don't care
When I say I'ma go, I lie
And when my nose finna grow
I stick it up in bitches' openings
Grab the dopamine, hope I sleep
And I'm gonna wake up to oversee
All the negative holding me
Back from becoming no-point-three
Stupid lil' bitch, you deaf or can't see?
Levels ahead of where you are
Keep it a buck like it's hunting season
I'm as low as a contortionist
Playing limbo on the lowest point
You and your girl got sumn' in common
Can't last not one round with me
It's definite (Better than everyone)
Better than everyone around of me
The evidence evident
Get it, it's imminent
Fold as if you Gumby
I'm feeling villainous
Do whatever it takes to hit the dumpy

When I'm in poland with the wock
I seen lil bro show up with the flock
As if I don't one-v-three with a glock
And if you don't believe me
Turn the TV on
I'm on any channel on the clock
And promise me, if I'm not at prom
The prom miss me
Only probable cause will probably be
That I'm jotting the bars that I repeat
Shit's so hard, it's basically erecting
Pause, no honestly, you not listening
I'm calamity, I'm lucifer
No, the reaper
Even biblical people evil
What happens to a priest and 3 year old
Little dabble in the pedo field
It'll babble like a sheeple spiel
Don't no one wanna go with what you goin' with
Write another project
Make another
But none of 'em even
Make it to a hundred listens
Yeah, it is shameful to be honest
Say I can't do it but, how you doin'?
Lacking numbers like cue balls
I'm grabbing lube
Bouta penetrate you with a silver bullet
'Cause you stupid
A fucking doofus
Like, damn



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Writer(s): Derrick Karlo Martinez
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