Restaurant Not

Lyrics

[Intro] What do you want? What do you want? I'm way ahead of what you want [Verse] My songs are not a restaurant "Sit down, be nice, get what you want" It's more enriching, a difficult, man wiccan Well written Hell's Kitchen And we whipping these unborn chickens till shit thicken Then chef is done with this metaphor At its core, rap is an exacting of whim Abstracting of him, begin again killing hymn Of poison tongue, vocal cord, lung strung violUN-speakable Nice to people but microphone evil, thread needle Specific speak eagle, street legal weapon of mass destruction Discretion's for ducks and stow aways Bustеrs and turn coats tied up in tugboat rope Weightеd down in the dumb moat with all the sunken shrunken cop heads And strewn around clown parts. Dead Jokers, locals and lookie loos All there to see how you're hurting you With they ass and their phone out Watching you slowly pull all your bones out Mans is making a mobile with no real Purpose other than casting shadow on surface Of insolent influenced creeps, ghost's writing They speak over uncredited intern beats Autotune on while they sleep Dreaming of hugging their mothers in C major Crater not natural, looks and feels impacted Something half finished for the distracted Aggressive passive jagged "please stream me!" madness I hold no space for a mascot, dancing on limo top JPEG for backdrop, feeding agreeable robots Too many masters, disasters and passwords I'm bored like the moon, gravity's goon No longer, my tolerance desires something Stronger to stay bent, my bad, I meant I hope my taxes are spent filling the entire internet with cement Message sent [Outro] Message sent Message sent Message sent