Lyrics

[Intro: Onemanband] Don't you hate it when... You open a bag of chips And the bag's only filled halfway? That has absolutely nothing to do with anything I just thought I'd mention that [Verse 1: Onemanband] Recording shit, they like to glory it They got the nerve to call it... timeless music Got too much time on my hands like a fucking clock They say... I don't do shit But mind your business don't blind my interests You fell off so hard I could... make a list Composed of all of the lies you told to your fake ass friends Bout how you... took my bitch I could record a verse purposely make it worse And it'd still sound way... fucking better Than anything in this universe You can mark my words like a... slice of cheddar I know those lines just made no sense But who gives a shit cause it... fuckin rhymes Same logic of all these mainstream rappers That's why they make the same mistakes... every time [Verse 2: Babuc] I'm a spiritual lyrical miracle individual Kinikier than Pink Guy, it's unbelievable Not quite Daniel, but I'm back at it with them sick bars Drop a beat so bad, it'll scream for guitars (Cuz I suck...) Yeah [Verse 3: KUZGUN] I fucking hate this flow, not gonna...talk about it Lemmer write this before Caslon start poppin at me Fuck y'all, I'll just keep on...amassing profits And keep on dropping...classic projects Y'all niggas salty, like...daddy's cock, bitch Lemme finish this verse, DADDY, STOP IT! [Verse 4: Taylor Karras] Do you know who the fuck I am, I'm sorta famous; dabnabit Fuck all you people peregrinating my name, clearly I've... had it... With all the allegations that you've spread, can I ever; clear my head... Because the shit a person be going through, he might as well consider himself dead... But I'm still alive, I don't know why... I don't have time to... contemplate... But I do have time to write these rhymes, people always... underrate I freestyle all the time but I write better rhymes, I'm going to write a... letter But by the time it's read and by the time it's done it's been returned to me... the sender Drink a lot of syrup, smoke a lot of weed, just to numb the pain in my... membrane Think a lot of shit, can't stop thinking it. I think I'm going... Insane Gotta wear a disguise because what I realize is that everybody's saying... fuck this guy Because of made up shit, I don't believe in this... Traditional rules don't... apply [Verse 5: Mr. Vice 2000] Check it, I'm about to wreck it I'm killing every second Vice vice city Give her that nice nice biggy Who the fuck is challenging the vice of the best, bitch I been wrist cookin' niggas with my necklace I been whipping that shit like a dance move I been catching on to kids just like my dance do Y'all hitting the quan, I'm hitting ya mom I'm hitting up these hoes, and she give me the bomb Cause the pussy blow up in my face Mr. Vice killed the beat, and blood splattered all over the place, nigga! [Verse 6: KUZGUN] WOO! We about to...party in here I'm screaming like Pusha...God, I'm crazy I'm spiritual, lyrical, individual criminal DICK IN YOUR GIRL DICK IN THE WORLD, SO FUCK IT! I FUCKED YOUR GIRL AND SHIT! [Verse 7: Onemanband] The biggest test is present time and the best results is what you've been through I just look at the work you put in and then multiply it all by two Now that's two times the fluent rhymes, and in half the time you'll be old news They say I sold my soul to ScopeY for some classic threads but where's your proof? Drop says I'm shit tier and a WOAT user in dire need If that's the case then explain to me those threads I made about O'Reilly New years day dropped the biggest ether and they still have yet to come bother me 2016 is my year I'm on another level entirely [Verse 8: LaFLamesAdvocate] Roaming in the streets where the cats won't sleep Floating in the chevy, and the brakepads won't heat So im on the road to my lettuce, with some Evil speed No,no more situations where my pulse do the speak Where the church only peak, when the pastors feast Only intro verse, where the drums get murked Soon as they kicks won't punch Im like a veteran soldier, give a fuck about your flow nor composure Im drunk, shooting clips of the hip "told ya that i got a damaged conscience" Momma warned me to never interact with monsters Put my dick in pandoras box bitch Soul meets rap like that early Kanye But than the fashion meets murder cap that word to 808s and Heartbreaks So, come sit down, dine and pile a plate In the devils den, host tonight; LaFlamesAdvocate