CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : WORKS CITED FREESTYLE
Digging at the bottom of the barrel of the f**ks that I’m supposed to give
Beauty’s in my blood, f**k that eye of the beholder sh*t
Defend your cop daddy and I’ll turn you both to poster kids
For being lined against the wall and hanged, cold and motionless
Hold up, forgot to give me caps when apportioning my skill points
Gorging on tactical scrolls
Nourishment for this pretty boy, adorable killjoy
Snoring on my well-worn laurels to fill voids
Hand-forged liquid machetes on my nightstand
Carving serenades with indefinite lifespans
Spinning webs in one fell swoop and they’re star-struck
Shatter dream houses to throw a gem on my wife’s hand
Loud with the fits, so I lay low
Do what I want when I say so
I don’t f**k with you dudes, so I lay low
Do what I want when I say so
Heat commanding your neck, slinging that chin music
Smooth delivery, Gerritt Cole with the pitch movement
Filthy arsenal they seek out
They’re only known for commentary, Dave Niehaus
An apple pie a day keeps the troops at bay
Growing older, but whittle down to what I used to weigh
Beachhead chilling, gift an albatross to ancient rhymers
To the maker’s naked eye, different natures, same designer
Armada of yachters tryna claim we’re in the same boat
They’re S.S. Zong; I’m living labor-by-the-wage broke
Clove around my neck to ward off rappers hosting game shows
On the run, ducking bloodsucking pricks, so I lay low
Loud with the fits, so I lay low
Do what I want when I say so
I don’t f**k with you dudes, so I lay low
Do what I want when I say so
Uh, yeah
Come on, Izy, talk to them! Talk to the people bro, come on!
I can’t
Hit ‘em with one
Listen
DEADPAN
That was deep!
DEADPAN
DEADPAN
I can’t say that. I was gonna roast this man
My sheet coming off my bed like a peasant (okay!)
That beat was like, “nah, bro!”
I wanna hear that! I wanna--
Beauty’s in my blood, f**k that eye of the beholder sh*t
Defend your cop daddy and I’ll turn you both to poster kids
For being lined against the wall and hanged, cold and motionless
Hold up, forgot to give me caps when apportioning my skill points
Gorging on tactical scrolls
Nourishment for this pretty boy, adorable killjoy
Snoring on my well-worn laurels to fill voids
Hand-forged liquid machetes on my nightstand
Carving serenades with indefinite lifespans
Spinning webs in one fell swoop and they’re star-struck
Shatter dream houses to throw a gem on my wife’s hand
Loud with the fits, so I lay low
Do what I want when I say so
I don’t f**k with you dudes, so I lay low
Do what I want when I say so
Heat commanding your neck, slinging that chin music
Smooth delivery, Gerritt Cole with the pitch movement
Filthy arsenal they seek out
They’re only known for commentary, Dave Niehaus
An apple pie a day keeps the troops at bay
Growing older, but whittle down to what I used to weigh
Beachhead chilling, gift an albatross to ancient rhymers
To the maker’s naked eye, different natures, same designer
Armada of yachters tryna claim we’re in the same boat
They’re S.S. Zong; I’m living labor-by-the-wage broke
Clove around my neck to ward off rappers hosting game shows
On the run, ducking bloodsucking pricks, so I lay low
Loud with the fits, so I lay low
Do what I want when I say so
I don’t f**k with you dudes, so I lay low
Do what I want when I say so
Uh, yeah
Come on, Izy, talk to them! Talk to the people bro, come on!
I can’t
Hit ‘em with one
Listen
DEADPAN
That was deep!
DEADPAN
DEADPAN
I can’t say that. I was gonna roast this man
My sheet coming off my bed like a peasant (okay!)
That beat was like, “nah, bro!”
I wanna hear that! I wanna--
