K-pop Lyrics

Before I check the mic
I give it a extra
Swipe with a Lysol disinfectant wipe
Coronavirus in effect tonight
Antiseptics on deck I got every type
I throw on my tux then
I give zero fucks then I
Act like a jockstrap cup my nuts then I
Check my ball hair
Make sure it's all there
Then call the pallbearer
It's Music to Bе Murdered By again why stop?
Overkill likе a pipe bomb in your pine box
You're all hitched to my cock
Went from punchin'
A time clock to getting my shot
Then treated it like a cyclops
Like it's the only one I got
And my thoughts are like nines cocked
Every line's obscene pervertedest mind
Got the dirtiest rhyme stocked
That's why there's parental
Advising every time I drop
So throw on the theme to Alfred
I'll channel him like the Panama Canal
But how could I get up in arms
About you saying trash is all that I put out?
Bitch I still get
The bag when I'm putting garbage out
Plus the potty mouth I'm not
About to wash it out
The filthiest so all
This talk about I'm washed up
How preposterous
Because if cleanliness is next to godliness
It's obvious that it's impossible
For me to be beside myself
And I'm 'bout that capital like a proper noun
Still on top the pile
Got me sitting on numbers like a pocket dial
Quick to call you out on your bullshit
Don't make me give that crock a dial
'Cause if I do it see you later alligator
Made it out the trailer
Then I made a vow to cater to no one
So hate I've gained about the same
Amount that's in my bank account
So here's some more shit
For you to complain about I say the
Bars that never slack
But always get attacked
I think they're gunnin' for me
It's startin' to feel like that
Like I'm marked 'cause when I rap
It's like fallin' on my back in a tar pit
Cause I have this target on my back
But if I ever double crossed
My fans and lost my Stans
I'd probably pop five Xans
Go in my garage start my van
Inhale as much carbon
Monoxide and exhaust I can
And doze off like snores
But odds like that
With these thoughts I have's like
A giant getting squashed by ants
If this is the test of time
I'd pass with flying colors
Like I just tossed my crayons
Small medium and large size cans
Sanitizers of all types
Brands cost nine bands
Which is a small price for Lysol wipes and
If my palms brush across my pants
I wash my hands
Shit hold on man
Motherfucker
Happy birthday to
Fuck
I sit in silence in candlelit environments
Sipping Wild Irish while getting violent
Homicidal visions when I'm spitting like this
But really I'm just fulfilling
My wish of killing rhymes
Which is really childish and silly
But I'm really like this
I'm giving nightmares to Billie Eilish
I'm Diddy's side bitch
What the fuck? Hold on wait
I'm Diddy's side bitch?
Oh I'm still east side bitch
So 'til the E N D since EPMD
Been givin' y'all the business
D R E and me
From the MMLP to MTBMB
Bitch it's 2020 you still ain't seein' me
So call me Santa Claus
Cause at the present
I out rap 'em all I'm at the mall
Got your bitch in a bathroom stall
She could suck a basketball
Through a plastic straw with a fractured jaw
My dick is coat check
She wanna jack it off
I'm so far past the bar
I should practice law
Mentally I'm fucked up generally
Dukes of Hazzard car get the cadaver dogs
'Cause this is murder murder
And you'll get murked murked
This music 'bout to kill you brr brr
This chicken hit my phone she said Chirp chirp
I said Hut hut hike your skirt skirt
Then go eat some worms like the early bird
What the fuck is love? That's a dirty word
Make me fall in it
There's not a girl on Earth
Or any other planet that's a world of hurt
And I won't buy her designer
'Cause I don't pander
But I'm back with so many knots
I need a chiropractor
And this the final chapter
'Cause I'm either frying after
Or they gon' give me
The needle like a vinyl scratcher
Yeah I'm a card like Hallmark
At Walmart with a small cart buying wall art
And y'all who claim to be dogs aren't
No bite like a tree mostly
Just all bark arf arf
But y'all pickin' the wrong tree
They call me dog because I'm barking
And I got a lot yeah like where cars park
I'd describe it as bowling ball hard
'Cause the gutter's where my mind is and when
It's in this x-frame
Better split like the five and the ten
'Cause without a second to spare
I'm strikin' again
And when the beat is up my alley
I go right for the pens
The cypher begins
I'm talkin' smack like heroin
The mic's a syringe
It's like a binge Vicodin
I would liken to tin
My mind is a recycling bin
There's no place I never been
But I never budge and I never bend
You hyperextend on me this
Game's life it depends
Like adult diapers for men
Even when I'm rappin' less stellar
It's sour grapes I still whine
I'm the best seller
Like a trey deuce
Spray you as these shots
Penetrate through Dre's booth
And go straight through your grapefruit
No escape route
So you won't leave here
Just scathed with a few scrape wounds
Your ass is grass and
I am not gonna graze you
But if bars were semi mac's
I'd be the Mad Hatter
Cause I got so many caps
And you don't have any straps
So you'd be a fitted
So don't act like you fittin' to snap
Bitch I'll pee on your
Head like a Phillies hat
No stoppin' me
You're on a window shopping spree
Bitch you probably go broke at the Dollar Tree
You never buy shit
All you ever cop's a plea
You're always punkin' out like Halloween
You rather opt to flee
You need to stop it punk
Homie you're not a G
Act like you got the pump
And you're gonna cock the heat
Or get the Glock and dump
Bitch if you shot a tree
You wouldn't pop the trunk
Yeah and I'm buddies with Alfred we about to
Disembowel them gut 'em and scalp 'em yeah
This is 'bout to be the bloodiest outcome
'Cause we gon' make you bleed
With every cut from this album
So I'm choppin' 'em up like Dahmer
The nut job with the nuts that
Are bigger than Jabba the Hutt
I'm in the cut and I'm out for the blood
It's lookin' like it's that time of the month
Carvin' 'em up with the bars
While I sharpen 'em up
Dog and a mutt
I'm gonna fuck your mom
In the butt with a thermometer
fuckin' phenomenal but
Y'all will get cut the fuck
Up like abdominals if you don't vamonos
I keep droppin'
Like dominos the formidable abominable
Stompin' a mudhole in my comp even
If it's off the top of the dome
Son 'em get the Coppertone I'm at the Stop
And Go coppin' the Mop and Glo
Got your stomach in
Knots like you swallowed rope
You out of pocket though
Like a motherfuckin' wallet stole
Wait why'd the beat cut off?
Fuck it