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Intro: Yo fuck Cornell Rap Boi!
Why I gotta save this shit?
Y’all need a king that’s all f’real, Undisputed ruler
Yo me and Joe boutta burn this bitch down, lets go!

Pt. 1:
Fuck Chibu, Fuck CU Cypher
They good rappers, but you know I’m nicer
Keep your girl away from me, or else I might just entice her
Stunt on them with the concept album
Word bullets that’ll leave em numb
You want war, come get some
Your girl yeah, make her cum
Cornell U need one thing
That’s me as the rap king
Can’t fuck with those randos
Stay away from those damn flings
If I love her, she’s my ting, hit her with that wedding ring

Pt. 2:
Back Cheebu and them FUCK rappers
CU streets I’m the real trapper
Thrice as hard as your situation
No way to beat me, no permutation
Cypher is a lame combination
Fuck they rap, it’s alliteration
In my streets it’s obliteration
Pt.2B
Got my niggas up in the 6, they my family don’t fuck with this
Yung nigga up in the streets
Vault niggas like track meets
Roast Cheebu like smoked beef
Rap so high it’s chief keef
You in deep water barrier reef
Pt.3
This dude Lans is so divine
Slick like oil, that’s turpentine
Cypher raps be asinine
My raps, they be sublime
Hussey treated me like straight slime
Bridge:
Praise a cville nigga
Put him on the pulpit
Cause a young nigga
Ain’t fucking with the bullshit

Uh, divinity
Big dick, big balls, that’s trinity
Black Jesus, that’s blasphemy
Engineers be blasting me
2090 they sassing me
Like sonic the hedgehog I’m blazing free
To be the king, put them on they knees
#SuckThatDick





Pt.4
Like I said it’s no offense
You guys embers, I’m incense
Got these fucks feeling so tense
Killed them all in the past tense
Swooped in made no sense
Get all the money, call that sense
Take me on, you so dense
Yah, Yah, that Osium
I just won’t stop bossing em
Won’t stop just topping em
I’m the king, so top me off
These limp dicks be so soft
That nigga Mark be so fake
You give to him, he just takes
Cuts you down to straight pieces
He won’t stop, so no ceasing
No smooth sailing, it’s just creases
And as your sadness increases
He’s feeding off of that (ego)
Don’t know why he won’t (just go)
Like a gadget just (go go)
Don’t want to suffer ( no mo mo)
Pt.5
Like a big dick, I go hard
Most think I’m a bastard
Socially slow that retard
Stay cool like an Ice Shard
Go Russia, I’m still the czar
Great Peter, born eater
Take your girl in that 2 seater
Get intimate, I might eat her
Cheebu Cypher, and Mark Hussey
Didn’t expect fire, so they got fussy
Raps too nice, so they try to fuck me
Girls want it, so they try to suck me
Listenins they see me stacking
Got fans, so they know I’m packing
Do the shit that I said I would, so they know I’m not acting
Not just talk, about that action
Blow up shit, you know I’m Fracking
Got hater, so you know they flacking

Pt.6A
Started rapping up in the ville
Next thing you know, I shitted on em
Leg up , brown out, man I should’ve taken the tums out
Too much momentum, that mv
R E S P E C T ain’t no one gon fuck with me
Let’s just be Franklin
This rap game I’m slamming
Crack a skull with that flinstone
Hit hard and I hit bone
Erase you like acetone
Talking down, I don’t like your tone
I’m animated, you just drone
You backwards like a palindrome
Sell tickets that sears dome
You so dull I just shone
Bridge:
Yung nigga with a gat in the backpack
Fight me and get clapped back spect that
Your face yeah I smack that kick back
Brave nigga with the ballsack eat that
Pt.6B
Motown on that slowdown
Moon’s high, so I moon walk
You pray so I just stalk
I rap, you just gawk
Never had that yung Glock
Got messy so I wore a smock
I don’t save face I just clock it
Lyrical shotgun, I half cock it
Shit rap man, I just stop it
This rap mess man, I’ll just mop it
Bridge:
Not a god, no hot bod, yet better than you fuck wads
Slicker than a Minecraft mod
Not going to give Matt Pierce a nod
Look down on a nigga
Tell him he can’t change shit
Look to the future, says he can’t change it
Don’t give a fuck
Stay away with that destiny
You gon regret testing me
You arrogant, just cocky
Get out of my way, dick jockey
Pt.7
Chop Cheebu, that’s down pat
Can’t even blame me for that
FUCK A NIGGA NAMED MARK HUSSEY
Stabbed me in the back no trustworthy
FUCK AP, FUCK IB, SHIT LIKE THAT CAN’T STAND TO ME
You always say you’re so good
Then place out of chem just like you should
Yeah bitch nigga didn’t take the CASE
Maybe he failed it, so he bought a case
I’m after you and big Hec
No playtime go for the neck
Wear my face, on your shirt
I’ve been Ernie, you’ve been Bert
You begged for this, you swung and missed, I’m not the guy to mess with
Cheebu man, this nigga lied
Good compilitation a nigga tried
Drop this track, you got fried
In yo face, you doe eyed
This my turf, so just slide
CU cypher, they be sexist
Next thing you know, they be racist
I rap better and I rap clean
No drinks, drugs, or even lean
Dank memes on my team
Hussies kill your self esteem
Been dreaming
Been fiending
Down a while, but I’m still scheming
My boi Logic he know the deal
Chase the paper with Olympic zeal
This war guys, you want some more?
Know what this is good for?
Absolutely nothing…

Outro:
Cept putting me on top cause a nigga never gon stop
And I make these bastards pop
I DRILL HARD AND I DRILL FAST
THANK 300, THIS DRILL RAP
BE HONEST, MY SHIT SLAPS
FUCKED THE GAME RIGHT IN THE ASS
No lube schooled like class
So vulgar and so crass
Don’t say sorry, you got sassed
Cheebu/ Cypher I surpassed
My track permeates it’s so gassed

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YIKES, I’M A SAVAGE AND A FIEND
BRAAAAHHH
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