Hot Karl - Riding A Bike lyrics

[Verse 1: Kahlee] Out in Diego, but raised in Gardena Came up on a hundred miles running, step in the arena I'm a rapper slash M.C., writer slash rider slash Math, add gas, flint, hands spark, fire! These southern guerilla Cali cats' a k**er connect Like Legos possessed, let Jensen Hot Karl your chest I've been repping the four fingers with the middle twist since the literates The 23rd, throw it up for the West It's like riding a bike, or lifts with CrossFit I'm dude with a mouth piece, 'bout to jump in the mosh pit Rick Ross boss sh**, I'm an American hero I'm the chef putting my pubes in Zack Fisher's burrito I got a bubble with a light bulb in it, I'd trade a beat For the money he owed in exchange for the car I rented It's your man Kahlee, the Fresh State Senate, I'm Nas modified The illest on Obama's playlist on Spotify [Verse 2: Shawn Collins, the Batman of Rap] Wait, I wasn't ready, let me get my machete It's stuck in this f**'s neck and he's spitting up confetti Vomit and spaghetti, a side of Parmesan I'm Shawn, I'm the reason Rabbit's palms were sweaty He thought he was Freddy, tried to f** with the kid I had to burn him, I'm turning into Tommy Vercetti I'll lap you on the tracks, Mario Andretti I'm a mad man like Jon Hamm rogering Betty Goddamn! Somebody needs to pray for me I'm like a gay Jay Z meets ICP Meets Jermaine Dupri, and applying Spike Lee You're faker than the Undertaker played by Brian Lee, whoo You pull up, I dunk from three You real shook, I'm Phil Brooks to you Punk MC's, man Tip my cap, Four Horsemen of rap But you ain't BoJack, you can't bring them back [Hook: Hot Karl] It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you Without some dope lyrics to step to So I grabbed on a mic with a pen so I could write It's like riding a bike, it's like riding a bike Because it's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you Without some dope lyrics to step to So I grabbed on a mic with a pen so I could write It's like riding a bike, it's like riding a bike [Verse 3: William Giovanni] I never found a cadence that's quicksand I flip Styles, n***a, like I'm McMahon HK I got you, this sh**'s straight I get to swinging with them Clips like your man Blake That was on the nose but the bozos read it Built 4 Cuban linx, this the rose gold edit Pissing non-believers off with the God flow That's a mix of Dianetics and diuretics G, in these old Nikes With the big block font but I don't like memes Jeez, I let the help have it From reporters to the plumbers it's f**ing whoever want it Boom on the Tri-Lamb, hit her on the Beast Coast All due respect, shout to Miss Haroldine, oh Plus I'm super wavy, how the f** a n***a fly 'n' all? When you try to pop that needle slide off the vinyl [Verse 4: teewhy] Ay yo I'm running in the Middle of the carpool lane, ghost riding a bike I got the harpoon aimed, sharks trying to bite Start trying to write and maybe get a buzz I'm throwing rappers to the side like a litterbug I don't consider you an inch or two original I couldn't give two sh**s about you in the physical Or the digital, an*log or in the flesh What I think I'll do is hot karl on your fricking chest Shouts to the motherf**ing Bullet Club [?], keep in G.P. if you still in love sh**, the feeling's mutual, everybody hates my guts So play this at my funeral and turn the speakers up When they dig me up I'm coming for the lot of you I'll take you out like teewhy from a Beef Season article Phenomenal, I'm basically Canadian Beyoncé Blaring Bieber while I shave your parents' beavers On Broaaadwaaay