IiRonicc - Food For Thought (Speakerknockers) lyrics

[Verse] You're gonna hear my name a lot Skeletons in the closet, gay as f** Those dames are hot... Bout to cheat on Jayceon s*uts, the game is gonna be played I'm on fire I will cremate angels,getting high with Satan on angel dust This instrumental s**s,I'm a mental s*ut That's a mind f**er I don't mind f**ing I'm dirty minded my brains got dust Can't say enough I'm not raspy I'm bout as nasty as a hobos touch And did I mention that I'm blowing up like a word to show possession That's a Mine slime, my lines rhyme I cause disasters I'm Grindtime Hi guys paint your hair or do d** if you don't like none of my lines Die! You ever seen a shy dude that raps , the night is still young I might be the one got I've got 99 problems but I'm good at math The world is bad but I'm doing good, that's Meagan penetration If you're hating what I'm saying then burn in hell Acceleration ,there's no exaggeration when I'm claiming that I'm a target that hip hop's missing Man I make em stutter like Young Money artists buncha Nicky's I kisses,the world goodbye with my Apocalypse I'm not a kid I'm kidding, I prefer a kitten and not a b**h, I'm trippin I'm high I'm high on power Hiiipower drei fingers They'll die in the blink of an eye and I'm twitching I'm deep into thought believe what you want They don't believe it when they reading my stuff You seeing double or double entendres? They feel like they're caught unbelievable barz I'm meaning it all, but I'm a nice guy I'm not religious and neither is god, I like pie My lyrical ability is limitless Just finished writing a song called Kimmy and I'll k** that b**h Kanye's gonna let me finish this Finish him, my raps have been compared to MK fatalities I'm k**ing sh** God I'm weird as sh** but I bet God is weird too dear boo I will hear you cheer too You are mere fools to a genius how dare you Won't stay in touch with you p**y's, I'm no f**ing gynecologist Never tie my shoelaces really because I love to trip Dutch hits? f** this If it wasn't for Fresku it would be dogsh** Man I'm hitting on women she never dodge sh** I give her punch and I tell her she looks like Margrett 'Who the hell is Margrett?' Girl.. I thought you knew Giving food for thought because I fought for food My tape is penetration my seed left the station b**hes ovulated now my baby's dropping soon I wanna have the fame I deserve it Six thirty hands together bu*ters when he's nervous Is it on purpose? What is my purpose? Retell my story buncha merchants, buncha merchants You thought you knew it all this food for thought I found the building with rappers in it and blew it up I breathe success every instrumental is dead to me TGF, NMG