George Bush Freestyle
Alright, let's get this shit started like a small intestine
I got a new sound I think y'all could mess with
So please, stop and listen
When I bring the bars I get a good reception
Other rappers sure look impressive
But, they can barely craft a fuckin' sentence
I'm a step above that, foot ascension
Puttin' sauce on a beat, cookin' lesson
I don't eat puss, just tush ingestion and
Due to my prolonged kush obsession
My eyes stay squinted like a Bush impression
I'm workin' every day by pennin' like Ernest Hemingway
Tryin' to earn a steady pay
You think you're hot like the burn of many flames
But you're not, bro, you're soft like dirt in heavy rain
As tired words turn into a firebird
Ire surges, I respire and a pyre burns
My attire is some fireworks, I am certain
It's required I inspire mirth
So thus I always try to keep the mood right
And exude light when I'm letting spit fly like gesundheit
I use mics like a boon when I cite the truth
And ignite a room, let me light the fuse like kaboom
Yo, it's time to do what I oughta, not what I wanna
Hot like a sauna, get top from your mama
Smokin' the flora, then noshin' the fauna
Droppin' the trauma by hawkin' the lava
I just wanna, yeah
I got a new sound I think y'all could mess with
So please, stop and listen
When I bring the bars I get a good reception
Other rappers sure look impressive
But, they can barely craft a fuckin' sentence
I'm a step above that, foot ascension
Puttin' sauce on a beat, cookin' lesson
I don't eat puss, just tush ingestion and
Due to my prolonged kush obsession
My eyes stay squinted like a Bush impression
I'm workin' every day by pennin' like Ernest Hemingway
Tryin' to earn a steady pay
You think you're hot like the burn of many flames
But you're not, bro, you're soft like dirt in heavy rain
As tired words turn into a firebird
Ire surges, I respire and a pyre burns
My attire is some fireworks, I am certain
It's required I inspire mirth
So thus I always try to keep the mood right
And exude light when I'm letting spit fly like gesundheit
I use mics like a boon when I cite the truth
And ignite a room, let me light the fuse like kaboom
Yo, it's time to do what I oughta, not what I wanna
Hot like a sauna, get top from your mama
Smokin' the flora, then noshin' the fauna
Droppin' the trauma by hawkin' the lava
I just wanna, yeah
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Writer(s): Ronan Balmain-hummel
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