Correction Paroles Boston Tea Party: Vol II - Electric Boogaloo (スムルトの秘密の愛の子?) (w/ G-goraptor) par Very Smurt

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Ayo y'all
I got a lot of weeb stuff on my mind
I also got a lot of, uh, a lot of English stuff on my mind so I'ma spit about it all in one track, let's go

I smack the asses of haters
Cuz all the masses in love with me
I’m curating the ‘baters, and that’s the summary
They shining all my cutlery
I’m busting out my bands
Dead presidents invest in me
The best, they wait a week for me to drop
Got the labels clogging lines
When I’m try’na make a bop
Like man, what’s poppin’?
I don’t need a damn boss
Getting Jordie on a zoom
Tell him bap a fricking boom
Send it soon
Cuz my rhymes already bringing the doom
We gotta keep em contained, man
(Screw murda beatz)
Produce for me
Unless you my bestie, I’ma say that it’s lame, man
(Damn, that’s cold)
It’s a stone cold fact
You best not mess, or I’ma finna attack
I been back since the 21st
Finna p*ssin’ off the people work
They never wanna disperse
But man, I got a plan to keep it going
Make a single single platnium
Get me basking in this sh*t that I show ‘em

Ayo, here's a hook that my boi G-goraptor wrote
It's pretty weeb, let's go

We dropping beats, we dropping mics
We spitting fire out tonight
Easy come and easy go
Like Kirishima and Ashido
Just like Deku, just like all might
My rapping, it’ll hit you like dynamite
Midoriya, fighting overhaul
Beyond one-hundred with one for all, ay

I have no idea what ANY of that means
Second verse, let's go

I smack the asses of haters
They all too basic to appreciate it
My beats are banging
Get ‘em hanging all their naked opinions
I’m the king of the business
I’ve only been in it
A mere two years
Yet I’m almost done setting it up
The words pour outta me
Like a cup of pee
That’s what I did in England
p*ssed in all the tea
I honored Ben Franklin
And his Boston party
Now he and his buddies live on my bills
That’s a legacy
I make money by the billions
Surprising civilians
With all my brilliance
You missing my disses
I made a killing off of rap
And some fraud and embezzlement
Switching on, going off
Like Apollo 11

And I just saved humanity
Man, you can call me a godsend
My raps and fire beats
Get haters drinking my toxins
Don’t know how to end it
I been spinning intended sh*t
I don’t settle for settlements
Why I’m winning, it’s definite, ay

This songs title is a little misleading, deceiving
Shouldn't wear a red coat this evening
Shout out to Paul Revere, hope we ready to acquire this sh*t
I never really got tired of this sh*t
Shout out JimJim's Bizim Advimbim
Without you I'd never have the courage to zimm zimm, zoom
And to all them heroes of Academia
Without you I'd have nothing in class, learning so fast, saying I can read, I can pass, hey
I wish I move fast, like that snail from that DreamWorks movie
So everybody making jokes about how escargot
Green streating on my way to cash the forest hills
The team mean's I'm rich, so tell 'em, how's it go?

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