[Verse 1]:
I fucking hate you people
Back for the latest sequel
Back to rhyme, a mastermind that's creating evil
I'm really feeling that i'm killing because I been the realest, bitch
Fuck you all, suck two balls because I been just sealing, bitch
Need more bitch?
Throw you in space after I chop your pieces or bits
Gotta hammer but needing more nails, there's a shortage
Going off flow
That means I'm under the table
Feeling lost woah
Feeling shit other than stable
That means I got an awful brain
I lost it, mayne
Oh wait, it's across the place
I tossed it there
Hold up, I'm talking strange
So I'm holding a tech and you need a mayday at nine
About to open your chest so you got to recognize I'm the best
[Verse 2]:
If I can count the time invested
To perfect my rhyming methods
I would've left the fucking game which I'm not impressed with
Failed like five semesters
Drunk girls want to fuck even though I'm infectious
They blow on it like a breathalyzer test, bitch
With a chainsaw like I'm from texas
They're thinking that I'm possessed in
But I'm not, I'm the devil, bitch
Murdered every rapper that I ever messed with
Follow my suggestions
Boomi's got a fucking rhyming fetish
My soul doesn't belong here, I'm fucking dying to sell it
Big enough fire, blocking fire exits
Name an ass that messed with me and I haven't wrecked them
After my crush rejected me, I have molest her
[Verse 3]:
A rapper's worst nightmare is me getting a beat
They're thinking their shit is dope but i get it smoked
Like nicotine
I'm a star on the mic, they're screaming come on excide
When I'm about to nick a teen
It's really sickening
To know I'll never get a deal
But it will happen, you bet
It's my treasure, I'm searching for my love
But I haven't found the jewel yet
But I'm swift with that love story
Dust blowing on top of any rapper deciding to come toward us
Cunts, whores and
I guess I'm gonna be a drunk grown up
My buzz growing as if I swallowed gallons of vodka
Can't have enough beef, decided to have hannibal locked up
Trapping my conscious
Charged up while your ass getting knocked up
You sound like you're ordering food from the back of a honda
Meek mill, tweeting, I'm laughing so hard bruh
I'm giving kisses to little bitches while I'm mad on a
Stage, I'm amazed, lately it's been great
My door ain't closed
International rappers begging for collabs, for rain
Diss me once then your ass done
Love when I harass them
If they run quick, I guess imma have to pull a fast one
Doubt this shit then ask them
Ask the fags and you'll see
Any fag who ever dissed me must be a fool, g
Any fag who tried to diss me, I shot him at point blank
It was really fun man, I fucking enjoyed that
There's no escape from death if you decided to go against me
You fuckers are losing weight while taking these pills, you envy
But yet I am, yet I am
A fucking waste of sperm
I ruin everything
Because i fucking hate this world
I'm spitting and you're getting
Chills every four seconds
Skills the lord sending
Not an auction but quitting is forbidden
It's a deep plot
Lyrics in a heatbox
You think you get it but the aftermath is the relapse and the detox
I'm in a scope
About to pick on of these whores and and..
I suggest you dress like my professors
They barely cover anything, anything important
I'm pissed, damn it
I mismanaged
To get challenged
By a true g, foogey tried to throw punches
I guess his fist damaged
Acts like a big savage
But he kissed asses
Because my bars and complexion turned out to be hispanic
"Boomi, why'd you diss him again? it's over, you see bro"
I'm like a homeless man, it's hard for me to let the beef go
So I have it on repeat though
Smashing all these people
Tryna have their teeth pulled
To me, we aren't equal
So turn the volume to the max
Because I'm about to smash everything infront of me
Because my foot's against the gas
It is working, what an easy task
To go spazzing at these faggots and I'm laughing while I'm rapping this track
Rappers rap like that and they think it is fire man
Been rapping all day long, I'm kind of tired man
I'm on a higherland
I ain't lying man
My cannon been wilding out, I ain't mariah's man
Fuck you faggots, you can head to hell
Or a jail cell because you just failed
You're small, a micro,soft and weak
So acknowledge my power, point and words
As I paint and publish my fucking portraits, I excel
At the gate, can pay my bills, that's where I'd like to be
You think your flow is tight but I swear, it ain't tight to me
You would never find a teen who's fucking nice as me
You can't stay in my lane, you would think pun ghostwrite for me
Straight up, hate sluts
Already getting face fucked
Slut, I think there's so much face on your make up
Me and you will never happen bitch, understood?
I hang my dick instead of my clothes, yup fuck a hook
You're feeling the pain
Hitting your brain
While you're here stuck in your lane
Time for you to be picking the game
Up
It's really a shame
You're heavy in tears
I'm ready you queer
Sick in the head, I'm needing a beer
You faggots already know who's already here
