CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Schrödinger’s Kat
Yo if I bit you it was just to b*t*h you
Or it's stuck in the head and I like it so much, I'm mad with you
It's not something I could show you with rap
I still can't pronounce Schrödinger's cat
As a lyri-cyst, you're real f**king cancerous
I rap radically, you could say I'm an extremist
It's so many lyrics been recorded to date
At sometimes I'm not sure what's important to say
A rapper's favorite rapper like I preach to the choir
I've always dreamed of repeating the cycle and beating my child
That's probably why the God made me infertile
I royal flush that baby, just need me a wild
And y'all wylin' can't tell what's satire
You heard my verse and was likе that's fire
Still show up on my porch with a bag of sh*t
Acting like you got something to match it that's lit
Vеrse 2, ain't no rehearsal from me
Just telling you to stop rapping commercially
B*t*hing bout you sold what you wrote
To reapers that don't ever wanna claim you the goat
That's what happens when you have no heart or lyrical substance
I have that, stuck in my throat and my stomach
That's probably why I rap about such potent subjects
Makes me sound like a d**k cause it's unknown to public
But I just want my privacy, stop riding me
I'm not the one for a rivalry
Cause I don't even have any limitations myself
I see me in you it's really like I'm killing myself
See innocence? I was born guilty
Watching cult cla**ics from Walt Disney
Funny cause nowadays living is so diffi-cult
Those bars is banned, can't get into those
Or it's stuck in the head and I like it so much, I'm mad with you
It's not something I could show you with rap
I still can't pronounce Schrödinger's cat
As a lyri-cyst, you're real f**king cancerous
I rap radically, you could say I'm an extremist
It's so many lyrics been recorded to date
At sometimes I'm not sure what's important to say
A rapper's favorite rapper like I preach to the choir
I've always dreamed of repeating the cycle and beating my child
That's probably why the God made me infertile
I royal flush that baby, just need me a wild
And y'all wylin' can't tell what's satire
You heard my verse and was likе that's fire
Still show up on my porch with a bag of sh*t
Acting like you got something to match it that's lit
Vеrse 2, ain't no rehearsal from me
Just telling you to stop rapping commercially
B*t*hing bout you sold what you wrote
To reapers that don't ever wanna claim you the goat
That's what happens when you have no heart or lyrical substance
I have that, stuck in my throat and my stomach
That's probably why I rap about such potent subjects
Makes me sound like a d**k cause it's unknown to public
But I just want my privacy, stop riding me
I'm not the one for a rivalry
Cause I don't even have any limitations myself
I see me in you it's really like I'm killing myself
See innocence? I was born guilty
Watching cult cla**ics from Walt Disney
Funny cause nowadays living is so diffi-cult
Those bars is banned, can't get into those
