EOM - Coins lyrics

Eat a dick Or at least eat a Pita chip, right after I skeet on it you piece of sh** Tell your lie speaking lips they should try pleadin' fifths More often, b**h, and refer to me as 'Your Awesomeness' You saying me and so and so are comparable Then I look up so and so and they're terrible You disgust me Trendy rappers fall the hell off the map After just one listen I can tell off the bat There will never been a time that I have to rewind it On some 'God damn, what was that line?' sh** In fact I find it, rather boring's the category I put them in Fast forward that whack verse I'd rather hear the hook again I would rate your sk**s very low level And your softness is at a Pillsberry dough level Me, I've got the gold medal flow that'll put my on the freaking podium You're child's play, you Nickolodeon I'm about to sprinkle sodium all over them wounds Big Wax, EOM, homie. Don't get confused Shouldn't get your hopes up when you know you gon' lose You won't accomplish anything, if you don't pay your dues I'm saying, with all the sh** I've charged to the game The game should issue me a credit card in my name No we aren't the same. You a motherf**ing ant size My catalogue's Jack's beanstalk plant size I'm sick of y'all saying y'all spit well When y'all sh** sound like dog sh** smell Seriously, take it back and say you're joking When you rap, everyone behind your back does that masturbating motion I've worked hard for this While y'all half a**ed it Raised the white flag, matter fact, half mast it Half this rap sh** that you hear is half plastic The other human half is a lying a** ba*tard Fake biters like dentures Writing their bios based on someone else's adventures I be confusing the censors with the sh** that I speak Cause they don't know if its some sh** they should bleep They're like "Damn, that the fifth time this week That I've witnessed a sheet Of lyrics from this geek On my desk for inspection To bleep or not to bleep is an excellent question These words have yet to receive Webster's attention Spanish Webster is still f**ing with the gender Only point I'm trying to make, to give em something to remember When they're spitting on the microphone, or strumming on a Fender These kids get mixed up like cumming in a blender Same goes for you lame trolls blogging I would recommend less dick riding and more jogging You at your computer desk, sipping your Super Big Gulp Eating Little Debbie snacks and Newton's full of fig pulp I'm talking to you, it's sunny out, enjoy it The bicycle you purchased was like money down the toilet Yo, it's funny how steroided your confidence seems When the last time you got laid Hipsters were rocking big jeans 2Pac was in his teens. Variations of the running man were popular routines Little NAS was up in Queens yet to write. It ain't hard to tell He was still busy watching the Smurfs battle Gargamel f** it. I'll just keep rapping great Outside of the box like you used cheap packing tape Try again. There's no time to waste Just make sure the drawing board you go back to is dry erase That sh** you Sharpie ain't gone never be sharper Unless that Magic Marker is an actual magical marker Even then, it'd have to have a good battery charger Cause I've been rapping since Eric Clapton was back with the Yardbirds I wish you the best of luck If y'all agree with me that most rappers s** Then make like a rake on the back of a landscaping truck And stand the f** up