Brandon Paul - Menace lyrics

[Intro: Brandon Paul] You don't know who you dealing with B I be boastfully bloating belligerent Hopefully blowing, I'm flowing meticulous Many mistakes I'mma make I'm too menacing [Verse 1: Brandon Paul] Uh, I ain't fall, I'm just tripping And I ain't tall, I'm just lifted And it ain't Christmas but I'm gifted It's not listed, but I'm giving what you wishing Intuition intermission missing missiles full of d** Charismatic rapping addict added raps that you can love I'ma Saturn satellite, my status stratus and above Had an avid appetite and added cabbage to the grub And you ain't timid: You just hoping And I see that you ain't living: You just soaking And I ain't saying that I'm swimming: But I'm floating And I ain't saying you should fix it: But it's broken I'm an open minded mortal, morphing more to metamorphosis Maybe f**ed enough to get abortions in an orphanage She over s** enough to s** a comma from a coordinate A very vicious vocal violent violating vocalist [Hook: Brandon Paul] The illest with the sickness Add it up with my lyric arithmetic Mentally naked, addressing your ignorance Tourette's, all I say is ridiculous Bet, but you don't know who you dealing with B I be boastfully bloating belligerent Hopefully blowing, I'm flowing meticulous Many mistakes I'mma make I'm too menacing [Verse 2: Brandon Paul] I'm a little too cold: For a ballot I'm a little too bold: For italics I'm a little too hungry: For a salad And my bed's a little too comfy: For a pallet While I'm sleeping, beating teasing demons, tragic Sick and screaming, see me seated, broken breathing, barley gasping Now I'm beasting back and eating, breaking even like I'm Adam I'mma savage snapping sloppy. I'mma Dallas rapper co*ky I been living on the moon with a fiddle in my hand Finna blow like I'm chilling in the middle of Iran Now It's 1945, I'm the general again And I'm coming with that bomb, in the middle of Japan I'm flowing like the ocean, you a little bit of sand Scooby-Doo, cause I'mma meddle in the middle of your plans n***as bucking, busting triggers, trying touching on my land But they bluffing, I'mma cussing, motherf**ing, Super Sayian [Hook: Brandon Paul] The illest with the sickness Add it up with my lyric arithmetic Mentally naked, addressing your ignorance Tourette's, all I say is ridiculous Bet, but you don't know who you dealing with B I be boastfully bloating belligerent Hopefully blowing, I'm flowing meticulous Many mistakes I'mma make I'm too menacing