Tommy Bazooka - Spit Take lyrics

[Verse 1: Acumental] Yo, when I k** cadavers Whipping daggers Lil' whippersnappers gon' sh** their pampers Got the gift of gab So I'll twist your cap And go tit-for-tat with a proficient rapper Sophisticated I've written chapters full of miscellaneous linguistic patterns A simple slacker with simple standards Skip and scamper while I sip decanters Still, I never spill my soda Ill quotes til I fill my quota Pause then I do it over So truth be told I feel lost in a supernova No variation Replay the same ordinary day Why change it up? I got a megabus full of sadist s*uts Putting paper cuts on my naked nuts I better clean myself up Plead for help When I Stringer Bell ya like Idris Elba Greasy elbows to keep achieving We lead the legion like King Anselma (Hi Ac!) That's what you say when you see me Kick game to your dame at the fifi I'm insane, taking aim at the media Hastily painting my name in graffiti But I'm hardly an artist Don't mistake me for charming or harmless I'm Pestario Vargas Markedly harvesting bars full of marvelous parlance So follow the bouncing ball And sing along to the song while the crowd applaud I'm in the paint like bang boom Pao Gasol With a power saw to disembowel y'all People said that when they peep the set We let them see perfection in three dimensions TPS like a diesel engine Seek attention from evil henchmen I mope along as I mow the lawn A woe-begone bloke in a deep depression Broken-hearted foes get blown apart So don't start 'cus your bars don't meet the measure I'm a jovial joker A colloquial nomad known as a roamer Such a potent aroma Hoping the ozium cloaks the malodorous odor The symposium's over So you ain't gotta go home but you can't stay here Cape Fear like Max Cady You can ask Amy if the facts ain't clear Yo, you got no shine No sk** and no cosign The close-minded get clotheslined at the goal line when it's go time I intend to mar my contenders Bar none the best So discard the question mark Check my repertoire I been bizarre Bumping Ken Lamar in the rental car San Fran to Maryland Trans American Travel the map then unpack the caravan Wack to square you just can't compare us Ac all up in the game like Alan Parrish I'm a bad samaritan That's apparent as I'm candidly acting arrogant Rap to your ear then it's back to my lair If you like what you hear put your hands in the air with it [Verse 2: Term K] Lord I was born a rambling man Man, man Foraging forward in a travelling band (Band? bam) Half in the bag An inadequate rapping to rack up a stack What we lacking we tripping like after three hits of gelatinous acid But this is reality Is it though? Get with the facts and react to 'em quick Quit laughing and kidding Be back in a minute We planning to finish the business we didn't After we dip finna wrap up a swisher to pa** in the whip and then back to the crib just to pop us some bottles The cla**iest sh** we could cop I live for the squad I'm finna be a big star, not twinkle twinkle When the sky fall y'all Chicken Little When I see the sky fall I'm Bond, James Bond Y'all Vietcong and I drop napalm Ah, smell like victory Split my head open and delve right into me Looking for idiosyncrasies Finna be footnotes written in history, listen You isn't going to find Whatever you're hoping to find So, close the Safari tab when I rap and just open your mind Frozen in time Flashback to the future Ran like Benali Black cats in the alley Pack rats in the sewer Bra** tacks I'm a loser I don't have scandalous rumors But I'm certain that he will Terminally ill, rap's cancerous tumor Handle your stress Before it handles you True manic depression I could snap any second I feel like a rubber band being stretched Eat a couple ambien, having a slumber Ask me a question, the answer will come from above Like the touch of a hand came to Adam I am what I am and I done what I done Damn Who knew truth could blossom, bloom, and wither just like a rose do? You do you and I'mma do whatever they said I wasn't supposed to So true Wack rappers identifying as dope As if everybody the GOAT I'm at the end of my f**ing rope Hellfire and brimstone Yeah I'm Lucifer's child Leapt out of a window And land with boots on the ground If you new to my town you better get used to the sound of the sirens and riotous youth The sky ain't as blue and they shooting dehumanized mutants surrounded by violence I'm high as a kite A clueless ape A lucid state of mind Hallucinate as moving shapes rejuvenate my future into ancient time and space Which left is yet to be polluted So embrace it If human is a race then I'm a racist I once was blind but now I'm deaf to hysteria, yup Rules is for the breaking Shout out "d**h to America!" Might need relief from my nerves My chakras are blocked and my third eye is cloudy My feelings are hurt and I'm worse on the outside I sure wanna hurt somebody I need me a purpose A doctor or preacher I want to believe But I'm not up to speed I'm just on it I want me a promise to keep I wanna be all I can be I want me a healer to read me a verse from the Bhagavad Gita I need a mantra to repeat I gotta believe in a God because all I believe in is me See I don't give a f** about nothing no mo' We don't give a f** about each other I don't give a f** about yo mother I don't give a f** about no ho Hella greedy I hope that I see you in hell And never the twain shall meet Keep dreaming Love was seldom seen Go f** yourself and f** your self-esteem I don't give a f** about debt I don't give a f** about d**h I don't give a f** about oxygen Box me in see if I even take another breath I bet you I don't Better get me a rope and a stool if I do 'Cus I'm nobody's fool And I'll prove it to you and to anyone testing my word Let it be a lesson to learn Said Term K Hey Let it be a lesson to learn Said Term K Hey (x∞) Let it be a lesson to learn