Bloat

Yo, people always asking me how much I be Selling. Then of course, I'm forced to bust 'em In they melon. Like, shut up and buy it. Please, I need cheese, or I'll start a riot And lynch MCs from trees. Goodness gracious, great jars of hydro. Niggas get wasted when they face off with Viro. Ahead of my time, one of a kind landmine. Planted to detonate on candidates who can't rhyme. Deadly ground, and I stand mine. Get taken down thinking maybe you can take the Crown. Endanger your style like a naked child Strutting through the forest, and I'm Papa Bear Screaming, "Where the fuck is my porridge?" I'm an artist, like what the fuck is the Purpose of doing this when they keep the good Shit under the surface? I'm a fan, like what the fuck is the Matter? One after another, rappers be stuck on the Same chapter. Bad actors playing the same character. Good thing I'm back to raise the game's caliber, And I'ma succeed. MCs, I'm out of your league. But see, I got what you need, so follow My lead. Yeah, just let the V speak his Piece. I loosen teeth with the loose leaf. I'm not a man to say the least. Just let the V speak his piece. Hot off the presses with a product of freshness. I model your death wish on toxic asbestos. Punks pant for breath, jump behind lamps and desks, Crying like damsels in distress. I'm a dragon in the mist who's had it With this shit, so I breathe flames on these Lames. Spit daggers from the lips till they stab You in the hips. Bitch, get maimed. It's not a game. This is sick. Uh, this is it. What? Mega blast telecast. Catch it hella fast. Guarantee it melt your ass. Yeah, forever ready, guaranteed built to last. Top of the bottle to the bottom of the Drinking glass. Far from cute, but I still knock Boots. Bitches always tell me that I kinda remind Them of Snoop, except for the loot, and I Give you the truth straight like Absolute with no Fruit juice to chase. Perversion of language linguists concerned with the Anguish inflicted if they bang this. Got 'em scared as a long-tailed cat inside a Room full of rocking chairs. Get the fuck out of here. Yeah, just let the V speak his piece. I loosen teeth with the loose leaf. I'm not a man to say the least. Just let the V speak his piece. Classic hyperactive madness laying the smack down With Hash Brown, and with the scratch is Khalif Now. Who, what, when, and no matter how. Make your whole crowd throw out their rally towels And fling them foul you out of bounds. Sha-na-na-na when I bring the rah-rah. Hey, hey, hey, champ of the mental melee. My words, they sprayed and DJs replay, 'cause what the V say is deeper than these Days' clichés. Touché. Truer than he say, she say. Who say? I'll change your brain to soufflé, And you may think you're smooth now, but later On you'll pay. Just like shooting Bruce Wayne a Screwface. MCs cover their heads like toupees, And priests claim that my release date's doomsday. It's all been said. I just say it a New way. Plus move make at a lightning-loot pace. My debut tape gave eight crews toothaches. I hate fakes like tooth decay hates toothpaste, Or vice versa. Verse viser. Don't burst the virus. I'm a verbal viper that'll murk your cipher. Yeah, just let the V speak his piece. I loosen teeth with the loose leaf. I'm not a man to say the least. Just let the V speak his piece. Yeah, just let the V speak his piece. I loosen teeth with the loose leaf. I'm not a man to say the least. Just let the V speak his piece.