LYRICS Verse 1 Lock load and explode a track that you crack on the roads From the dastardly bastard of rap laying a smack on the globe Not packing a chrome but I
’m ruckus like attacking a rogue I’d even jack a bus and then just take the passengers home I’m loose minded, neck where the noose finds it But never suicidal I’d rather get crucifed It’s kinda possible that I meant crucified So you decide, whichever one that other dude Jesus survived If m
oney’s hard to find I kinda lose my mind I’d probably let you knock me over just to boost your ride You’d see me hop up off the tarmac with a look deranged Looking at me strange while I drive off in your custom Range Any rapper tryna rap about my rapping I devour See me driving round the town
a thousand miles per hour Tryna put a dick in groupie chicks like every hour Tried to vent my brain but then my power drill ran out of power Flicking a rhyme like I’m sick in the mind With vocabulary bigger than big things that you find?? I’m like an engine in a fender bender broke on the road I
’m making all this noise and grinding for this paper and dough Get it? I’m just full of these metaphors, I get applause Many want a blade in my back like a stegosaur Rappers wanna jump on my track like a hurdelor! But I’m just never calling em back like when wid a whore Creating tracks from th
e bounce to the keys I’m the mouse with the cheese or conversely the cat with the cream And if you see don’t forget that you should pardon me please Disasters breed the dastardly rhyming bastard of beats Hook You can try beat V but you best be sure Like you better take a bullet proof vest to w
ar Like He’s j just full of these metaphors He’s j j just full of these metaphors He’s j j just full of these metaphors These tracks come easy rest assured He’s j j just full of these metaphors Verse 2 Don’t aim to confuse but you must be kinda crazy I’m Voo To listen to me minus dicti
onary’s zanier too Swallow your pride, the reason why is I’m more brainy than you My intellect can interject when having sex man its true Vocational quotations may cause altercations with the lady waiting But I just can’t help my mind its racing Speaking of acceleration I got the speed to be t
he Champion of Nations winning races only pacing Let’s drop the masturbatory vernacular and let the facts attack the track like a vehicle, say an Acura Since rapping I’ve become a bachelor that fucks so often I’m at more risk of getting The Clap than when I rap to ya So when I’m sounding out
of breathe it isn’t Asama, it’s just a chick I give her dick like giving cash to her And if you think I pay for sex you know me less Than the pair of breasts that I just proceeded to be the master of Another metaphor goes over your head like lost for the meaning even when you know just what he
said Like all those people that be talking bout the dough and the bread And you ain’t hearing cash or money you hear baking instead And maybe you just like to deal with dozens of 13 But the facts are your vocabulary’s small like a bird’s spleen While mine is getting bigger like the hall of the
Sistine Most people just appal me like munching a Sweet Sixteen The complexity of the previous one was enough for it to be labelled as the mischievous one And if there’s anyone that honestly can say that they get it I’m jumping out of rap like 50 man I mean it, I said it And I’m as, green as
lettuce while mean as a menace With my ambition to be on seen on your TV like the Tennis And if I had my way I’d probably just keep carping on I’m far from wrong, enduring like the Parthenon Hook Bridge Verse 3 how on the earth, could double ever better the 1st lyrics after spitting so intr
icate their shaking the earth wait, i gotta figure how to make all this work and make it sick instead of my lyric just making it worse there goes another metaphor for you describing my sound its not like literally i spat a rhyme displacing the ground but after all this if u dont know what a metaphor
is you must be retarded, im kidding man I'm taking the piss but if you're confused by the songs mood and the lyrics i spit i get it, you probably think I'm stood here taking a wizz or extracting the urine and dont get why im saying these things and cant enjoy me, like shit tickets where your sat in
the wings and I'm sorry I should rap about plaques and clothes But I ain't got any plaques and I'm strapped for dough So until a label makes me wanna rap for gold I'm j just full of these tracks you know Hook x2

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