Let's get
Aggressive, impressive
You're filming all my sessions
Flexing with no blessing
Fact I'm stressing you a lesson
The best is, my Wesson
Smithing verses everyday you're hiding in my bedding
Good thing I'm rarely resting
You've read things, and writ words
Joined up with that b**h herd
Lipids, the game board
Fat chance that you'll make me work
You're a peasant, I'm the Lord
Taste tester ends on the floor
Your poisonous, I'll be more
Then your rhyme and rapping scheme who*e
Cop less, read more
Wa**erlein does three chores
Calling out, taking names make lames like you
Hit the sea floor
You're Eeyore, complaining
'Bout things he can't do or say man
Take your skin tone, try to stain it
So you'll say the N word you're feigning
As a person you will never be
Stay reverent through your jealousy
My pedestal has room for three
But bronze sh** stands right next to me
Brink - Jaw lyrics
Album Ginger Ale