Correction Lyrics Rick & Morty by GAWNE

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Morty!
Rick?
Hey Morty!

Lately, I've been causing drama
I'mma ruin your life, I'm karma
F**k your b*t*h without a condom, now you call her baby mama
Now I'm a very proud father
Met a shawty in Boston
Said her name is Osama, head she gave me was bombin'
I'm not talking marathoning
I'm just talking Bin Laden
I don't think with my noggin (Boucher)
I've been rapping like Bobby
Momo-momo-momo
Everything I do is for mama
Everything you do is retarded
Every verse I lay is a W, Lupe
Everything you say is goose eggs
It's because all of your sh*t is garbage
Like it was written for Blueface
You got some generic content
All they evеr do chase is commerce
All I еver chase is Heaven's gates
I'm tryna be the greatest if I'm ever being honest
Life is a race in a two-lane
But not a school in New Orleans
I'm up at 2:00 in the morning
Put in the work until I'm yawning
Compet**ion, they be snoring
Sleeping on me like a Pokeball, unleashing Snorlax
My flow is very nice; my name a Borat
I was a doormat
We were stuck whipping in Fords and exploring, tourist
But I'm not Dora
Used to deliver them pizzas
God man, that sh*t was so boring
Nothing that I could afford then
I was still itching for more
Put my pen to the pad until it made me a quarter
Millie no Bobbie off touring
Now I drive around in foreigns (Hmm)
Sh*t was imported from Florence
Five-hundred horses peeling off after every corner
Quarantining in a DeLorean
It's got a peel to the cornea (Corner)
Says that I'm fixing to visit the Morgue 'cause I'm living for the reckless euphoria
I'm popping pills with my b*t*h named Victoria
Thirty-seven floors walled off a story
'Lorida
Yeah
Lately, I've been causing drama
Ruin your life like I'm karma (Brr)
I give a f**k about commerce
Rather they'd pay me in homage
Middle finger to the label
They tryna keep me in bondage (Ah)
But I'm not a slave to your product
Look at you made me a monster

Yeah
Look at you made me a monster
I might dip out with your momma (ayy, yeah)
Hop on some sh*t and I just get to spittin' like I was a llama (ayy, wait)
Tell me she love me, she love me, I told her I don't want no drama (ayy, wait)
Homie was sentenced
We split that sh*t up like a motherf**king comma (ayy, yeah)
And now I'm out here running up a check
I might kill a b*t*h like I was working at a vet
Everybody talking but they talking on the net
And if I go to take a shot you better know I'm getting that
No cap and they flow lacking too easy (yuh)
Please n***a no traction, won't beat me (huh?)
That'd be what I do for the bag
Only tell the f**king truth of my rap
You should be moving it back
'Cause if I move I'm about to move to attack you
Move the smoothie better Google my pa**ion
It's really brutal than that
Won't stop when I (what?)
Go pop and if (yeah)
I go and travel through dimensions Imma do it with swag
Got your b*t*h and I'm pushing you from the back
I'm kinda rude, you a**uming the fact
I be cooling with the crew and if you stupid
Get to spewing sh*t
Then you are just a fruity kid and get to true to doing all that sh*t you do when you are dead (prrrr)
Yeah
That's 6K (yeah)
I've been in the field like six days (uh huh)
Yo new sh*t got six plays (ay, what)
No devil sh*t man I'm just saying (uh uh)
I begin to crib and I'm just praying (huh)
Say you're better than me, hope you just playing (nah)
Automatic with it man, I'm just spraying (ay)
In my bedroom with your b*t*h laying
B*t*h aiming
Lately, I've been causing drama
Ruin your life like I'm karma (Brr)
I give a f**k about commerce
Rather they'd pay me in homage
Middle finger to the label
They tryna keep me in bondage (Ah)
But I'm not a slave to your product
Look at you made me a monster

Boom!
Big reveal I'm a pickle
What do you think about that?

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