Arnold Mischku - Feel The Bern (Freeverse) lyrics

[Click Here To Read Chris Webby's Explanation of "#FeelTheBern (Freeverse)"] [Intro] Ya Webby's Lab 2! CT, what up man, still got those motherf**ing bars on deck [Verse 1] I'm a k**er whale My frigging tail could tip the scales And my train of thought is so heavy that I could strip the rails On dark nights, you ain't catching me with Christian Bale I'm a Tom Hardy and Ledger up in the city jail f** bail, I'm already down in hell and chilling Raise hell and sinnin' Not counting on the day that I meet God and get to hang around in heaven with him So when I'm Grammy winning, giving acceptance speeches I ain't sharing the credit with him Machete gripping And Redy Whipping, up in my Chevy ripping From Connecticut to your television, you better listen Cause the flow's so vicious I'm superhuman all they are is superstitious So watch yourself b**hes Cause I be so malicious, vicious So stay the mother f** up out my business I roll up and hit this now I am so lit It is clear I'm on gra** like a picnic And you know we blunt sparking Eyes lower than Ben Carson's Space Jam ballin', I am Marvin the Martian Pardon, I heat it up like methane and carbon But I'm going green, solar panels in my garden I'm committing arson when I drop my project And I'ma burn your house down with the sh** I drop next Connecticut to the prime meridian listen in I'm up in every cla**room, home and condominium And I cause a racket b**h, and I'm not talking Wimbeldon I get it in That's why they seeing Web like they looking between the toes of an amphibian, I'm brilliant These other rappers talk but we ain't buying it Like they selling bottled tap water from Flint Michigan b**hes I'm on my sh** again Thinking back on life but now it's different Always evolving, I'm so Darwinian I'm no simpleton, Webby here to get it in And I got my Michelin's grippin' the pavement It's ride or die, b**hes let me get an amen My rap game's godly, pull up with a possé Rocking the ear flaps like Kyle Broflovski Webby kamikaze, bonzai watch me Detonator in my pocket like a Tamagotchi Swerving like I'm Ozzy, I think it was the molly I put it down for months but my brain's still foggy I'll be doing this until the day I go senile Forget how to write, perform and spit freestyles I'ma k** sh** 'til then with no retrial Cause I got my lawyer Saul Goodman on the speed-dial Meanwhile, I'ma swerve like I'm flippin' a b**h And it's simple as this, on these minimalists Cannot hang with the bar heavy lyrical sh** When I'm back up in that lab like Kibbles and Bits Get it? Like retriever? The dog, Labrador? No? What the f**, all I'm asking for is you to understand me And some money for the package store I need a dollar, can you loan me some Macklemore? I want them Thrift Shop checks So I don't care who I piss off next Clock in, not a shift off yet It ain't easy trying to live off debt Put in work but nobody getting rich off sweat You see I really love rapping bro But now it's turned into a motherf**ing fashion show They wearing skirts and flip flops, what the f** he doing? With pants so tight, you see the damn bu*tcheeks through em I'm East Coast cause my sweats in Timbos A scruffy a** face, cigarette, and brim low With a s**y bimbo, big breasted nympho Giving head in a rented limo So check your info The game looking real concerned Cause when I'm on, I'ma steal your turn I'm like Senator Sanders mixed with a f**ing Charmander So, either way you gonna feel the burn