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Um hey hello hi
How ya doing I'm fine
With a stomach full of alcohol and nothing on my mind
I'm just another slime ball, shout out to my family
I'm jumping on the rhyme like I'm bouncing on a trampoline
I'm amped to be, so much bigger than I expected
I may not be shit, but still the biggest in my section
I'm flexing
Yes I guess I never learn my lesson
If ya didn't dig my last shit you'll have to catch my next shit
I beckon... To the moon, I mean I'm howlin... Clever.
I'll tell you that you're wack like Simon Cowell or whatever
Don't play me like a joker bloke I ain't your freakin jester
I'm keeping these ladies lickin their lips like Heath ledger
Speaking metaphorically, the heat seeking majority
Still could never compete with me I beat each of them mortally
I sorta see myself as something y'all could never fluff with
Rip it off the cuff and it's spontaneous combustion
But this one here is written some of y'all don't know the difference
Far too busy speaking to even begin to listen
I pissed in the pot while kicking the hornets nest
If ya don't get this ya get left yes yes
Test test one two honey who flung shit
I burnt son once, ya never heard son since
Put trust in the functions if a punk talk slick
I crush him like six tons of cinderblock bricks
Pick a side any sides fine with me
I devise these rhymes and I rhyme for me
And I'll recite these rhymes over this beat I made
Cause while youre digging in your booty
I'll be digging through the crates
While they say my style is old school I say my style is classic
I also say your whole contrived styles completely trash kid
I smash with the force of a hearse against a person
And it only gets worse - can you imagine? For sure. Cause yo
This ain't the first time this jerk burst berserk rhymes
I blurt lines that cure swine and ensure guys get hurt spines
If you're trying to merge mine with yours I can sure find
That your time is well wasted I lace tales with pure grime
I'm fine. Yeah I'm feeling pretty good today
I said I'm fine. Yes I'm feeling fuckin decent
I'm fine. I'm feeling pretty good today
I said I'm fine. Yes I'm feeling fuckin decent listen.
Can you handle this man slamming his stamp on a beat
Eager to do damage, ransack and then trample ya
I separate a sandwich into cold cuts
I'll never let a man tell me what I can and can't put in my sampler
I cancel a, chancellor, assuming a stance above
High ranking officials 'fore they even understand what's up
Hands go up for the black sheep lackin in sleep
Listening to records like my sister Heather watches Vanderpumps
Fuck. That. Bull. Shit. I. Can't. Watch. That. Shit. Hell no
I'm just tryna get Nahte the fuck up off his cell phone
I'm just tryna quit being a hypocrite but hell knows
Evil goes "ding" as if it's me for whom the bell tolls
I felt so, gooooood until reality snapped
Fact; underground rappers have a salary cap
Uhhhhh, I should probably go and like get a real job
I should probably go to college I should probably stop
But this the only thing that I like
I put my time into the beat, I put these rhymes in the mic
I put the crowd in a frenzy I put the key in the lock
I put my heart and soul into leaving MC's in a box
Look at me lock it up, got a lot of props but it's not enough
Watch the way I rock a flop MC will get his nozzle shut
Spouting all that drivel I dribble and drop schemes
That'll leave a weak MC busted and split at the seams
Spit it? Indeed yes I do. It seems that I've grew grown
I bruise bones of you clones who've misused and threw stones
I'm easily through, competing with you
And so a purgatory deep within the beat'll be your new home
You know nothing of J A R V
What I'm lacking in the funding I make up for with the bars
Please sit your bitch ass down before I make liquid
Of your beats and your rhymes and your entire existence
But I'm fine. I'm feeling pretty good today
I said I'm fine. Yes I'm feeling fucking decent bro
I'm fine. I'm feeling pretty good today
I said I'm fine. Yes I'm feeling fuckin decent baby