Good Intentions

Fuck these other rappers and their autotune remix

master of my class spit it fast like bulimics

they screaming fiending for my lyrics and my semen

third degree burns when i spit fire like demons

illuminate illuminati got them all gleaming

words so hot you woulda thought this motherfucker steaming

they need it had followers before I even tweeted

new but experienced call me brandon weeden

or waymond workaholic on this shit you've seen it

I'm the best at this job, sorta like steven

bitch can you believe it? Nevermind, fuck you

did this shit by myself, why should I trust you

i can smell the bullshit and I'm still learning

regardless I'm starting at the point like Irving

I'll serve em hotter than fucking hors d'oeuvres

and it's murder but I give these bitches no mercy

when i start speaking these freaks start dispersing

i cursed it why you think theyre all leaving in hearses

they're thirsty so i give em spit they are sumberged in

the first verse is worse than the 3rd verse or reverse it

yeah cause i never stop working

going head first in when i see em smirkin

If you got beef than show me the jerky

Like Hitler you can Nazi me like this shit was murky

I'm quirky, showing off my flow you short circuit

Bitch I'm going ham salami roastbeef and some turkey

i surface, feeling way more pissed off

leave you're spinal nervous system feeling like microsoft

so fuck you you and your microcause

i do big things, move paper like michael scott

so stop bitching and start listening

I'm ahead of the game like a motherfucking coefficient

so efficient when i rip it minimize your vision

thats my mission find me fishing at your christening

visiting your moms pussy like lake michigan

envisioning how your gonna miss again

so lets see it, make sure you don't piss the bed with the pen