Braggadocious v2

Lyrics

[Intro: Shwabadi] V2 here we go again boys I'm surrounded by goats bro, let's get it [Verse 1: Shwabadi] (Yeah yeah) Man, look out, there's a bear in the booth And he's boutta say some wild shit, scaring the youth Money stacked so high, got an aerial view Try to tell me I ain't rich? Homie, where is the proof? Homie, where is the proof? Man, the proof's in the pudding Tryna catch me slipping like I'm losing my footing Got the tool, I'm untucking. Got em' moving, they're ducking Try to bite? Leave 'em shocked likе a blueberry muffin (thought it was chocolate!) Man-Eatеr Bug, flip summon Like a blind girl hookup, boy, they never saw me coming Yeah, that line bout the toolie might have just been Badi bluffing But I bet you'll find out soon if you gon keep on yappin', youngin Back to the music, I'm sick of the violence Back to the stu, never finished with grinding Back to the macking, I'm back to the sack 'Cause I'm banging a baddie and bagging the finest Ugh, this shit is nasty Don't play my tracks when in front of your family I don't like rapping bout fighting and battery But some days I wanna go curbstomp a Nazi Don't @ me, my notifs are full I'm a beast, act sheepish I'm running your wool All my contacts are artists been bumping since school In fact, here comes one now, ayo, Dan Bull [Verse 2: Dan Bull] I'm a little bit braggy, a little bit saucy My willy's even bigger than a horsey Not a horse's willy but an actual horse From the head to the tail, from the shaft to the balls Leave a gap in the track for a pause ...Note the lack of applause Ha, but of course, I'm used to it It's the children that are wrong if they don't choose to consume my shit Coprophilia's not the prettiest Topic really if pop's your area So cop a feel of this plop, hilarious! "Stop the prurience!" What? I'm serious That's the problem, that's what Ed Sheeran is Not fulfilling in his pop career He's just profiteering of non-manure Related topics here and mopping up the millions Hmph! And I'm not here for it We need more songs full of cocks and urine in them Lots of sperm in them, like cubicle walls In toilet blocks in Birmingham, too many balls Get a mop, detergent and get cleaning the floor Because we've got an urgent... I don't know what I mean any more Sorry, I just followed the stream of my consciousness And I clearly really need a psychologist Please accept my deepest apologies For wrecking the track Shwabadi, I acknowledge this But at least I'm not misreading politics Like that wally Tom bleeding MacDonald is I'm going regret saying this 'cause of his Toxic fanbase and that but seriously what a div Danny B, Rustage, Connor Q, and Shwabadi My anime family rapping up a cabaret We're serving y'all, call it cabernet Who'd thought a bunch of nerds indoors would come to form a caliphate? That's a hell of an elaborate way to collaborate Four white monsters at once can caffeinate Now extrapolate that all over the map It's a nerdcore global attack All known for the fact that we're so good at rap That we've broken the track and there's no going back [Verse 3: Connor Quest!] It took an age for this mug to get discovered Now there's people with mugs that have my name in their cupboards Used to celebrate 100 subs, drinks and get on it If did that now, I'd be a fucking alcoholic Fill my Amazon baskets full of Manga and gadgets Then can tell my accountant they need to add them for taxes I remember being skeptical about this whole rap shit Banking everything I had was a gamble but, I mean What's the worst that could happen? The world is collapsing Concerns are all stacking, can't see my girl without a permit to pass in And Cali's burning to ash and pandemic surging, its rapid And there's a fucking 5th Purge movie?! (A fifth?) I'm just making the best of not so perfect circumstance I been trapped in On a vibe but there's few set on killing it Attacking little nerds with a passion really your first plan of action? That's some cartoon villain shit (honestly) Have you got nothing better to do? Embellishing truth Repetitive views, its making me snooze Your yearly Footlocker wage, I just spent it on shoes Nah, I'm kidding, but my house has space if you've got rent for the room Badi barge by and pass through your guard Boy is always on the ball, call him Shwab-dul Jabbar Got me rapping with my second and third favorite Daniels The first being Jack on the rocks with the glass full [Verse 4: Rustage] I don't even care if you're into me Listen these words hit hard like a dictionary They try to solve success like a mystery You either try you best of get Italy-d I'm like Pinocchio but I can tell lies Get out my magnum, i'm leaving them iced I'm like Hikaru; I've pre-moved my life And like sigma, I've shift-ed into a new time I got opps on my line, I got bare baddies But they know I got bite like i'm Bearbadi Cus It ain't no surprise if they fair badly They be looking for rhymes, be like "Where's Danny?" I'm staying gassed like it's steampunk Cold at the top like a ski jump. This ain't a game, it's the redux You wanna be us? Can't even keep up They ain't got nothing on what Shwabadi does Green on my mind like it's crash course Pricks wanna ride on this track like the grand tour I can spit the worst verse on a song But they ain't ever gonna put Rustage in the "& more" Hoarding all the wealth like a landlord Money from my clips like it's trash talk Pussy stepping up like a catwalk I'mma sit by cuz they know that's what this ass for