[Intro]
I feel like I'm Cell
Cause I’m raising some hell
I am a demon if you cannot tell
I'm out my shell bitch no I'm not bowser
I’m up Tilted Towers
I got Android Powers
[Producer Tag]
Ready, beam me up Junior
[Verse 1]
I am the bomb bitch I feel like Osama
I'm doing some magic like Cosmo and Wanda
I feel like a king bitch just like I'm Mufasa
I got the loot bitch I feel like a llama
I feel like I'm Cell
Cause I'm raising some hell
I am a demon if you cannot tell
I'm out my shell bitch no I'm not bowser
I'm up Tilted Towers
I got Android Powers
My flow like a faucet
I’m lyrically toxic
I cannot just stop it
We lit like a mosh pit
Get out of them drugs
They told me to get of it
You going to Hell
Bitch I am your prophet
Mind full infinity
Bullshit don’t get to me
Headpop an enemy
Headshot like Kennedy
Ima spirit an entity
Don't take my energy
Your fake your a frenemy
Just don’t pretend to be, uh
[Chorus]
Your fake your a frenemy
Just don't pretend to be, uh
Mind full infinity
Bullshit don't get to me, uh
Headpop an enemy
Headshot like Kennedy, uh
Ima spirit an entity
Don't take my energy, uh
[Verse 2]
I’m ready for the heavy, hectic method
Ready to recollect everything I'm saying?
I like going in dangerous
I'm an anus; with the pen, I'm considered brainless
I'm a Saint, sent from the Heavens; in need of a Reverend 'cause I'm practically married to in-saneness
'Cause mothafucka' don't make me restate my mothafucking statement
I'll go supersaiyan; throwing all of fucking mayhem on a vato's fucking face and embed a little bit of lead in the inner part of his fucking head
Take my brain and place it inside of an Asylum cause I'm high on something that I cannot fucking rap on
Oh, that's right!
It's the bullshit you be grooving on
You got me ready for a marathon
'Cause all of the shit that I be spitting on the microphone has me having fun
Rhyming funny puns
That are based upon
Mothafucks like you
This should be an interesting topic to rhyme to
I'm a harpoon; pull the trigger
Bitch, I'm aiming at you!
Coming at me? Ha!
Before I eat a little more, I'ma pass the plate before I go a little overboard
[Verse 3]
I'm sensing some negative energy
Your not a friend your an enemy
I'm as real as they come
Shoutout to President Kennedy
I'll leave you in the dirt like a sesame
Grow the fuck up you anemone
Shoutout to my gang
Bitch, Original Recipe
I make my own beats but I sampled this melody
Boutta kill another one you can call it a felony
Music is my drug yeah you know it's my remedy
Ima put you on blast cause I'm sensing some jealousy
Told your ass again
I done told your ass already
We cutting shit up like that motherfucka' Freddy
Don't care about love we just trynna make some fetty
That's my love on the 14th of February
Soon or later man they gonna call me for a feature
Cause I'm coming too strong through the fucking speakers
I don't want the bitch man you can go and keep her
Best thing about her that she a fucking eater
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