The Comeback

Yeah, it's Benjamin
It's been a long time
See if I still got it, yo

You, hear the pitter patter, I'm spittin' badder
I'm thinkin' that a, bigger dagger that's scary
Will stick a maggot, MAGA supporter in the obituaries
Ok that shit is lazy
Maybe I'll build a gymnasium around these babies
Fill it up with M-80s, and get to detonating
It was them I was baiting, but now I'm demonstrating
The level of hate I'm laying, on all of you bitches
Which is why I haven't written shit in a minute
I'm in it, and thinkin' I'm soundin' bitter and rigid
With the bars like I'm up in prison
When I should be bustin' off, yellin' fuck I'm jizzin'
I mean, did you even used to fuckin' listen
Ya boy done had the sauce, like Kentucky chicken
And I bet you bucks, fingers and knucks, he's lickin'
Cuz he's hungry again
Like supper was a couple fish sticks
Fuck the system bitches

Yeah
So, now when I'm walkin' around, I'm talkin' about
The carpet and tile, I bought for my house
To increase the market amount, nah I ain't fartin' around
The carpenter found, a bountiful bargain of sound
Lumber that's mahogany brown
They were markin' it down, along
With the marble and grout
Cabinets and countertops, I'm carvin' em out
But somehow, I jump back in this shit
Still droppin' it down
Just a bunch of competent vowels
Benjamin is back and he ain't fuckin' around
Matter of fact, if the sample's whack
I'm happy to hand their ass, back on a track
Lickety split, yakety yak, when I snap on the track, it's
After some captain or jack, slammin' it fast
While I'm clappin' her ass, in the back of the cab
On the way to the lab, yeah
Now, you see, I've always been a bit of a lab rat
Pen to paper old school, rockin' a Snapback
The new white rappers yeah, they gettin' laughed at
And if you wanna pair us
You better show me where France at
Ain't no comparin' us, my bars made me a class act

Bitch bagbak, I'mma OG, fat cat, all my homies, dap that
I just flow me, a mad rap
They say I shoot the shit like Kobe, blap blap
If you don't know me, bitch I'm mad max
Give me no weed, and a hazmat
With a low key baddie, and a brass mask
I'mma crack that, jackass
Like Steve-O on a whip-it relapse, yeah
Put this shit to the wax man, I swear
I'll get these people jumpin' like grandstands
And if the weight is big or low, I'll make it go bam bam
But I can't wait to spit the flow
That gets me the fans that, I shoulda had in 2012
But that is the past man, but all I can stand is
Doing like 30 minutes of can cans, damn man
Can I spit some shit, no bro it's that bad
I guess I'll just tuck my tail, walk away, and say that's that
Shit