Blazing Hot Fast Rap (Mumble Rap/Jake Paul Diss)

Lyrics

[Verse] Even though I like to get dough certainly Spit them fast raps and flip flows urgently Everybody thinks that I'm gonna go pop Like the Bitcoin bubble, that crypto-currency I hate taxes, I like getting bucks I don't like fake asses, don't like lil' rumps I don't like face tats, you look like lil' punks I don't like fake rap, I don't like Lil Pump! I heard a new song today and the words were just "Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang" over and over Just "Gucci Gang" That's it? That's all you gotta do for fame? Whatever happened to pushing music to a new terrain? This motherfucker sounds like Gucci Mane removed his brain Went up in the bathroom to toot some 'caine Then started rappin' 'bout jewels and chains Let me rap a little faster, I'm too insane Chop the microphone up into bits because my tongue is like a mothafuckin' razor blade I open up your throat with it, I swear to god I'm 'bout to go decapitate a rapper with the flow For you fake thugs there ain't no love in here You going to fucking war with Lucifer pal I'll put the gun up to your head executioner style Fuck Jake Paul, man, he got the douchiest smile And fuck these new rappers with the rainbow-colored hair God damn it, I sound like a hater I don't care, bitch, you wack, I said it You rap pathetic Mac is on your girl's face, call me Mac Cosmetics I'm iDubbbz to you RiceGums Make you cry on Twitter like Logan Paul I don't give a motherfuck, I'mma choke 'em all I smack 'em with the microphone, give 'em broken jaws It's me: the Bernie, the Madoff The beats I certainly break off A beast, I'll murder you Take off the gloves and beat you worse than Khabib Nurmagomedov I'll hurt you I know jiujitsu and a lil' karate, I'mma kill somebody If they run up on me talkin' 'bout Lil Uzi Vert and fuckin' Lil Yachty Is the music that they play when they take pills and party Damn it, I'm itchin' for slammin' and rippin' I'm sick of these idiots kicking the glorification of Xanax addiction You dummies just stop it, there's children jamming and listening Quit acting like you a gangster from jail You ain't really real Taking your hands and making 'em flail On WorldStar fighting like somebody scared they'll be breaking a nail I don't give a fuck about the rappers or producers or the labels Or the cash under the table or the managers or agents Or the confidential payments or the record deals with Satan I don't give a fuck about you bitch, I'm hatin' Subscribe to me up on YouTube Motherfucker, I'm the savior of hip-hop Now go to Starbucks right now And get me an Americano with 6 shots Blaow!