BENADRYL (feat. GreyMatter, Lyd the Kyd, sjl_onlineart666, Fayth & Rob Buck)

Sunkist skin and I'm beat in the sand
Got a shorty with the shades and a drink in her hand
I'm on the beach for the week, and I'm droppin' a gram
Hopped a plane a couple hours ago and already land
Rollin' with the tide I got the waves in my hair
Kickin' back on this track, and I couldn't give a care
Corona in my hand, and my ass on the chair
Cookin' crew poppin' off, yeah we goin' on a tear
No beef but we shredded
Lent you a dollar for that beverage
Now you owe me mad stacks
My man, you indebted
No stacks, I'm mad racks
Please get up on your cheddar
You got time on your hands, yeah you think you do better
Now I ain't no killer but I'm murdering this beat
Listen up to this song, music candy like a treat
It's that Highway Tune like it's Greta Van Fleet (why you so pretty)
And we cookin' like we in the kitchen, bone apple teeth

Crystal on my neck, white as the Walt (I am the one who knocks)
Pink as Jesse too, need to know for real bro (bitch)
Why is you blue?
Just a chem teacher gone very wrong
How these kids gonna learn about electrons?
No axons or ions
Bands are on the horizon
Skyler sus, need to keep her out of the loop (unable to even quit)
Just a couple guys and some testie tubes
Twins they really were, it went unsaid
Need a partner like Gus
Too bad he dead
Hector was vengeful, blew off his head
Chicken always tastes better with some bread
It's a shame, you know that food had potential
He wanted greed instead
Do I blame him?
No not really, he just got too silly
Me and him simmy
Fring yearned for that cha-ching
The real diffy is you'll never catch the Lyd lackin'
Gus and Walt caught laggin'
My ping is on par, I'm silly and I'm stackin'

I wear it 'cause it's wearable
I share it 'cause it's shareable
I draw so many parallels
I share too many parables
Just to hype him up, but that motherfucker's unbearable
He only vote for Trump, 'cause he's off the fuckin' Benadryl
You think you smoking crack or weed? That's a veggie tale
You think you know more rap than me? Not comparable
You think you'd watch Mac and Me? Inaccessible
He think he know crafts and wheat? Not even credible
Wish I was off that green, maybe those edibles (minecraft)
Really don't have any... green?

I'm on my Minecraft shit
Yeah this my Minecraft diss
You sneak dissin' you 'gon see how I run that bitch
Diamond sword on your neck
Ain't no wolf can protect
Number one on the server, best not to forget
You wanna challenge me? Let's see that PVP
In fact, let's make sure that your mama can see
I'mma run this beat, like you run those feet
Doesn't matter my bow game gotchu beat
Yeah step off sheep, and quit your bleeding
I'm the wither and you're in for a beating
Just a block in this game that I reign
I'm the queen of Minecraft, remember my name
So step aside blockhead and admit your defeat
I'm the creeper in your mind, ready to delete
You're just a player, while I'm the games creator
If this a rap battle, then I'm the dominator
So I'll leave you with this, don't fuck with this bitch
I got the diamonds on me always, every Steve know that I'm rich
Good luck in the future with your Minecraft stupor
Hope I didn't too badly burn up your computer (aye)

Yeah the world is cold again
I can't stay out my fucking bed, while she givin' me head
Mix that stereo spread
Feel like my life about to end, hold up
I'm still alive, board up SSX is live
Schizophrenia hittin' hard, I'm talkin' to the walls inside my mind
I don't think I'm going crazy, hope it's all just in my brain
Stay in your lane
I ain't got no time to play your fucking game
You know I'm rippin' trains in Buried while I'm high as fuck
I'm off that Cheetah Piss, shoutout Lydia yeah she dealin' yuck
And I'm hungry as fuck, 'cause everyday I starve myself like Ramadan
She see me, now your mom is gone
I'm Fightin' Foo's like Everlong
My heart is beatin' way too fast, my ventricle is screamin' now
My blood is Tokyo driftin', got my nerves feel like they dreamin' now (yow!)
Fuck a ghostwriter boy, you need a Genius Bar appointment
Acid tabs, a hundred grams, my braincells feelin' too disjointed
Greysen on the strings, Sam Faith Lydia, we killin' ya
We finna murder all your beats and leave ya feelin' chilly (ah)

Do you know how much I make a year?
And even if I told you, you wouldn't believe it
Do you know what would happen if I suddenly decided to stop going into work?
A business big enough that it could be listed on the NASDAQ goes belly up
Disappears!
It ceases to exist without me, no
You clearly don't know who you're talking to, so let me clue you in
I am not in danger Skyler, I am the danger



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Lopez, Robert Buckley, Lydia Gilbert, Faith Hopkins, Greysen Higbe-harrah
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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