Macon Hamilton - Leap lyrics

Yo, n***as beefin' in tweetin' over a hashtag I smash a** and let her give me bomb like it's Baghdad I smell fake like real can't reach my two nostrils n***as see Kareem but never get it like Abdul's goggles Penny wise I clown n***as no Apollo And if I'm p**y then mother f**er I'm Blue Waffle I'm your idol, my tongue is my rifle Autographing rappers bibles, Way faster than disciples Makin' ham, goin' ham when we make I don't care whats at stake When you grill and you baked Since we talkin' bout food cuff yo chick in case I run out of stamps that ho can get a Section 8 Yo gatta gatta go make your medulla oblongata Go hasta manana, word to Kiki & Yata If I catch you flossin' Imma' lay the murder game down To show we not f**in' around real talk I'm takin' every dollar Word to your auntie, your nieces, and your missin' fatha I will let you bring the soap opera, any drama Let you talk slate then leave you in the trauma Cuz you head n***as cash you like the boy up in the striped pajamas I triple dog dare yall artists I will scorpion get over here yall artists Flow is mentally challenged, I make that microphone finish You will bust, I will rush in your crib like search warrants Hella cynical, I run chronics a ridicule You pitiful, I ridicule, I'm higher than a middle school The day you k** me is the day a black chick get her hair done and dive head first into a swimming pool, b*tch I'm mad critical, Makin' ham is drastic f** a major label, I am not one to a** kiss Flow so cold like a "Naw f** that." Man my flow so cold I got Big Shurley fastin' I'm jackson' like Janet his mama panicking You sweet as banana split, and yo' b**h is a fan of dis' When you see me battlin' you turn into an an*lyst But f** a notepad you a a**ed out cannabis Lyrical salmonella, the thrilla is illa I beg to diffah' I'll eminem ya with blankets and feather pillahs This MC was never liked, I'm a melano Snitchin' but put my lines up you know I'm that n***a