'88 Corvette

I ain't even in a gang
But I throw the set up anyways
I ain't even in a gang

Mamma had Satan in her ovaries
Slid out the pussy because I'm lonely
Left a trail of cancer so they'd know it's me
Poetry suicidal so I know it's deep
Fuck god that's why I pray the anal bead rosary
No streams because I'm dropping this on laser disc
Tell you that your tape was fire even though I hate your shit
I get the best of y'all rappers like a greatest hits
My girl still hate my music cuz it isn't Taylor Swift
I told y'all love is Satan
Got homies doing up staters because they sold more drugs than Regan
I sip the moonshine in the southern sun
I disappoint the world but I guess I'm just my mother's son
A one of none I ain't even sure that I exist
Nihilist always rhyming over tiny violins
That's why shotguns always to the right of me
The whip's a two seater for my social anxiety

The 4th King of the Blues Rap
I've been the nicest since Tyson beat Holmes
And I ain't even in a fucking gang

I told em sometimes less is better bullshit and die a quitter
Because tombstone carvers all charge by the letter
When I die I plan to make the dirt famous
Now i'm in a vett that cost less than my girl's bracelet
Only rapper in my city touch a million dollars
Still ride around in my sweaties up in Brilly's charger
In the kitchen with a whiskey bottle
Staring at the recipe for happiness because this shit it hard to follow
So I drink it all until I find a better way
Pining over women that I never wanted anyways
King of Blues Rap heartbroken unlucky
Say fuck a foreign because I only drink Montuckys
Cut the top off my apostles hold twelve gauges
Yeah I've got a job but only until Milc's famous
Self hatred solos that will melt faces
Probably end it all today except that only Hell's waiting
So tell satan send a blonde wife and four kids
I just want to trade in all my dreams for this mortgage
Instead I'm waiting for this of acid to absorb in
Burning out your window in my '88 Corvette

I ain't even in a gang
But I throw the set up anyways
I ain't even in a gang
But I throw the set up anyways
I ain't even in a gang
But I throw the set up anyways
I ain't even in a gang
But I got the thing on me anyways
I aint even in a gang
But I got the thing on me anyways



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Writer(s): Daniel Rosenberg
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