Full Crate - Two Sick Verses (Literally) lyrics

[Intro] (*sniff and cough*) Alright I'm really sick right now, so we'll just see how this goes, I guess Yo [Verse 1] I'm feeling beastly like a bull versus a minotaur Line's a simile, but the full verse is a metaphor k**ing hoes, I got plentiful hearses for better who*es And I'm hella sure it's more time the girl's be begging for Rock a snapback and ask to get your back snapped Don't be surprised if I ask where the hash at Stealing lines from Left Brain, speeding on the left lane Leave you with what I had when my girlfriend left, pain Just kidding, it really didn't bother me much So that line I got to retouch, with my rhymes you got to keep up I got a lot of reefer and I kind of want to use it My mind is your virginity, I'm never going to lose it Stupid, screw your music, I run sh** while you ruin sh** The life goals you got, I've got them done while you still doing them The heights that you're pursuing still lower than my lowest And I'm high as f**, higher than your coffin I be closing So quit the bulldozing, and start parking it b**h I'm Steve Martin rich, you're getting Cheaper By The Dozen Act like I wasn't bluffing, when I said that I'd be over it When your life is over with and your dead body I'd be f**ing f** it [Break] (laughter) Messed up that last line I got another verse Yo [Verse 2] Fresh to d**h, you're dying for attention I'm getting first place, you're stuck with an honorable mention It's my birthday, b**hes coked and caked up Beat me to the finish line, better hope you're laced up My mouth ain't shut 'cause my lines ain't shut I'll take you down south, beat your Northface up Do your girl face up, wait, I mean face down Can't keep her off my waist like she my keychain now Please stay out, Pete, Deddy J, and me everyday On the streets, taking off, striptease, Bettie Page This sh**'s a steady race, many great lines that I can't erase And I got many great dimes, but I penny chase Why do I generate lies spitting in your face Cry about it, you're feeling sidewinded Jock on my style, I ain't getting nice now You gon' get it tight, frown, I'ma hit you right now Threatening your life, I ain't got a gun But my flow be on the move, you gon' lose, best believe you got to run Lot of green, lot of funds, got a lot of ones Dita Von Teese, hitting up the clubs, making all these club hits And you know we run sh**, ain't nobody stopping me Typical rap lines, b**h, try to ask why This game's a pigsty, I'm a monstrosity I'm k**ing the p**y, you can call me curiosity [Outro] (laughter) Get it? 'Cause like Curiousity k**ed Never mind You know when I say sh** like that, I don't really I really don't mean it, it's just It's just raps, just like Fake male bravado, you know, that kind of thing Whatever f**ing forget it