Ugh
Love Music, Part 4
I feel like sometimes some ideas are just a little bit overdone, d´you know what I mean?
Don´t even know what to rap about anymore, I feel like I´m just getting older and more cynical

We´re all gonna die anyway, fuck it (1, 2, 3, 4)

Oh yeah, put the rap game in a chokehold
Sometimes I might get a bit loco, yeah
Feeling kinda sick in the coco
And I don´t really feel right
Oh yeah, feeling kinda antisocial
I think I´m gonna blow Chernobyl, yeah
Going off the grid and I´m postal
And I don´t really feel right

Testing, testing, mic check, please
And I´m back for part four ´cause I killed part three
And you still know me, still the same OG
But I´ve been low key, ADHD
´Cause I get distracted as the world collapses
From the wars that we wage to the COVID vaccine

I was born in an age where the ozone´s cracking
I been off the stage, I been away from rapping but
I´m back on my feet
Back on the track, I´m attacking the beat
Back with a baseball bat, flow sweet
Rat-a-tat-tat, I´m a rap athlete
I´m the don, diggy don when I burn like the Sun
Fee-fi-fo-fum, jack my beanstalk off in your mum
Just for fun with her knickers half on
Give her wonton soup ´cause she wants some cum

Oh yeah, put the rap game in a chokehold
Sometimes I might get a bit loco, yeah
Feeling kinda sick in the coco
And I don´t really feel right
Oh yeah, feeling kinda antisocial
I think I´m gonna blow Chernobyl, yeah

Going off the grid and I´m postal
And I don´t really feel right

I´m a reprobate
I´m in a public park while I masturbate
And I don´t put out till the second date
By that I mean put her in my basement, wait
Giggity giggity, it´s polygamy rap
Give her the lickity flickity while I´m beating her back
She gets giggly wiggly when I go in to tap
And I´m the god of fertility when I do it like that
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers
I picked up the letters of the alphabet and pulled apart then put together
Finger licking chicken I´m dipping flipping the architecture

Do it better rap professor, kill a track then resurrect the
Tip of the top of the hip and the hop and I´m ripping a drop when I dip in the spot
And I´m dripping in relevance, I am a veteran, better than most of pick of the crop
I mutilate a broken break, communicate with stupid pace
Now wait
When I do it like that with the flow then you know that I´m cold
Colder than cold, I´m sub-zero
Got that Yeezus flow, make your penis grow
"Oh Jesus, bro, why´d you stoop so low?"
Well maybe I´m a little bit immature
I use jokes just to cope ´cause I´m insecure
C´est la vie, what will be, what has been before
Will repeat and repeat on the beat, oh Lord

I´m sorry, Halle Berry-lujiah
Halle Berry, do ya wanna show ya hooters?
Lick my monster balls and start a rumor
You can give me head like my name was Henry Tudor
Booyah, back on the beat
Kill a Backstreet Boy with the back of my feet
She text back your boy for some meet and greet
In the backseat, boy, I´ll be slapping her cheeks
Kill ´em when the bassline go
Kill ´em with the suicide flow
Kill ´em with a four by four
Killing ´em wherever I go
Kill ´em with the rhythm that I´m kicking with precision
I´m efficient with my vision, I´m a villain with the flow
When I kill it, kill it, kill ´em, I´m killing ´em with ambition

Demolition, a magician turning tracks to gold

Oh yeah, put the rap game in a chokehold
Sometimes I might get a bit loco, yeah
Feeling kinda sick in the coco
And I don´t really feel right
Oh yeah, feeling kinda antisocial
I think I´m gonna blow Chernobyl, yeah
Going off the grid and I´m postal
And I don´t really feel right

Oh yeah, put the rap game in a chokehold
Sometimes I might get a bit loco, yeah
Feeling kinda sick in the coco
And I don´t really feel right
And I don´t really feel right