Bullshit No. 1

Yo, whassup? This is the eastside ghost here to speak easy

Yo, yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?

y'know, we just chilling, we of the oaks to the hills, yeah

All this is bullshit meant for fun when I'm bored

And right now, I just got to kick it

 

Acting crazy like, on some Lord Byron shit

Yall admiring, that's alright but stop rubbing on your clit

And stop that G. O. A. T. speak, that shit don't jive with me

Especially, because you gangly fucks pretend you're deadly

Then you say "Oh my god, there's no way, you can't say that,

that's crossing a line"

Well fuck it, I just did, I'll repeat it many times

Hip-hop crimes

Pass around the wine like I pass around dimes

Smack you silly, missing from the city

they'll put you on the milk cartons that kept your father busy

Sure I'm a little cute, bitches call me betty boop-a-doop

Still with that popeye vibes that pops your eyes from your head loose

Still joining your parents' bedrooms, have your mother throating goose

Loose rap, you can keep that, oh, keep that

More experience with the pen than Stan Lee had

I have absolutely no time for peoples' personal problems

If you got them then solve em before you come here start talking

I'm in no mood to tip toe around with pink pathers sounds

So you can droop down like basset hounds

Been cooking in the lab like I dexter

But I write voodoo, so when I text her I hex her

And there you are begging with a boombox

But the turkeys already in the oven, yogurts already in the parfait boy

wiping your snot away while I whacking on her face boy

je ne sais quoi quality that makes her stay at my place boy

But I'm gone at dawn, so come on and sing along

This ain't rap, this is the execution of phony fiends

On some get rich quick shit, by any means

Give a fuck about them old sparkly awards

Most these critics don't get to pick a hoe, but they can catch these swords

Then They Like G.I. "After you made my day, hurts to know you're going away"

Well if you wanted me to stay, you could tried to challenge me

Like, bro could you try to fucking prove your position in the game

Talking out your neck about your worth is in your chains

But the point still remains where's your brains?

Did it get evicted? Did it get beat up and convicted?

Little bitch been a rich pimple with a switch

You'd get popped on yo block, if your commune wasn't gated

But no matter how much you close your ears, you still be forever hated

As long as you still flex about that black girl you dated

Needed to be validated, do you gravitated towards rap feeling fascinated

Cause you cant divorce from origins like your parents did

like your dad who beat you over the head with the bottle after every swig

I'll be outside if you're man enough to fight me, bite me

Cause you wanna be just like me, but you could never be on par with this quality

Empty and lifeless, devoid of anything to talk about

when you start running your mouth I know that's when to drown out

the conversation, It's like I'm satan compared to you imps

It's like you've never heard good rapping, well here's a glimpse

got you quaking and shaking in your timbs

limbs like noodles mixed around with flem

Better than hundred percent of you rappers out here

shit on your face like McGuire twins crouched there

One step backward, one slip-up

I'll make sure your jig is up forever and that's a mighty long time

God forbid the world doesn't have to listen to you anymore, what a shame

Cocksuckers think they can put their name in the discussion

When I could write their best shit when I'm having a concussion

So much sucking like working the bon bon concession at the Eiffel Tower

I could devour all of you, murder too, The world is ours

But what it do? It's too easy, where's difficulty

Fuck this shit, there's nothing worth while here besides ME