Young Chop - Rap nerd sh** (1)Ferg (2)Bada$$ (3)Bronsin (4)Keef lyrics

(Ferg) lyrics Waiting for the Day that I can Smile and My Grill Starts Sizzling… Carving Out my Name So I Gotta Stay Chiseling .. Milk Thistle in the Blunt, Make the Bong Whistle ..Treat Riddles like Riffles, Spit Bomb Missiles Headed UPPP On a Medication Elevator Box Seat Spectator.. Wall Street Speculator ..The Great Salt Lake Legislature b**hes Automatically Stair,, Like an Escalator.. Back to Utah, Met her Out in Spainnnnnn,,,,,,, …Get Her Wetter Then Her Sweater in the Rainnnnn.. She said she wanted Sea Food so I Flew her out to Maineeeee… I Said I wanted Sea Food so She Let me Chow Maineeeee… Tryna Write a Song but my Mind keeps Wandering Wondering, where the Time goes I've been Squandering Fostering, All the Little Rappers That I'm Fathering Conjuring, up another Rhyme, I bin Pondering Unlike Bananas, you Lack Appeeeeeeal FAKE Rappers are Wack for REAL I'm at the end of my wits with half the sh** that gets in I got a list, Here's the order of my List that It's in: It goes Weezy, Shady, J. Cole, and Drizzy GZA from Wu Tang, Kendrick Lamar, Earl and Then Me Infant Out in Italy Enlisted in the Infantry Whittling a Whistle Spit Writtens like a Symphony Driven Like HOV, I ain't talkin bout the Car Pool Whole Car Full of Hoes, I ain't talkin Garden Tools Pump Fake, Jump shot, Michael Jordan Follow Through.. 98' Game 6, Jazz sing Chicago Blues… Tryna Write a Song but my Mind keeps Wandering Wondering, where the Time goes I've been Squandering Fostering, All these other Artists That I'm Fathering Conjuring, up another Rhyme, I been Pondering Call me GG Allen, When my sh** Hits the Fannnn Crank Shaft Twisted, Motion Sickness Sedan Trip Sippin the Juice, Now I'm missin a tooth No Prison Cell Needed John Wilks in the Booth Bam” --------------------------------------- (Bada$$) lyrics Rappers don't want beef Trust Me Just Me And the Real Black Sheep Poppin in the Backstreets Boi Like a Track Meet Athlete Roll Gengar in the Cigar Then I Haunt-her Like Gastly.. Check Still Waters Run 10 Deep Low Fi Fidelity Gotta Get some Weight off my Chest Like a Double Mastectomy ……I Never Choose the Right If its Left to Me.. Wrote this Verse with a Shot-gun… …….Johnny Rotten To the Core Till I pa** like Stock-ton.. So I Gotta Spit Frost-ing Till I'm Hot like Cross Buns Love Drug Lozenges, Lodged in my Larynx Twisting like the Bone Swiss Balls in my Bearings.. ------ Apparently I'm Arrogant American Embarra**ment Got more Mettle than a Weapon X Experiment (Kiiiiiid) ---------------- Wolverine in Sheep's Clothing ------------ Adamantium hands handle handguns Im damn handsome And some With Richard Branson expansion plans Finna sanction The whole world like Ayn Rand's Anthem (Ugh) ----------------------------------------------------- (Bronsin) lyrics Put Dat Piff in Dat Pipe Then Maneuver through the Night with Bat Sight.. Ass White You could live the Slow or the Fast Life, Or Blow your Brains Out like a Bag Pipe Right? Nice Night.. Schemin on my Dreams Whipped Cream Interior, Exterior is Green Jet Stream Beamer This Life is like a Rear View Mirror All the little Things are Closer than they Seem.. ----- Wonder Woman Whip, Peel Quick like a Band-Aid …Get her Wetter than A Cascade, p**y in a Casket Masquerade Mask, Top Hat, Black Cape and a Tan Suede Jacket… Yuuuuup Visionary Addicted to the Dictionary Sick Wit, I'm the sh**, spit Dysentery Lickin Cherries, Flip her on her back Mormon Girls in my Bed love Missionary Ha New Position Got a Christian in my Kitchen, In Addition, Eating Fruit that is Forbidden---- Speaking like a Serpent now she's Losing her Religion, Gotta Stay Hidden, Skeet Shooting, like a Clay Pigeon.. Ha Salt Lake Eskimo, off the Gulf of Mexico Lettuce Leaves filled with Irregular Oregano ..Laid back in Atlantic Archipelagos Better Let it Be before you Let it Go.. Bro ------------------------------------------------ (Keef) lyrics Gotta, Hundred, Bongs, In my Pottery Barn Notta. Lotta. Cars. That ain't in my Garage Mama. Say I. Got that Drama. Camel toes Poppin llamas. Gotta Wildebeest Robe and Alpaca Pajamas (Woof) Warren Do the Damn Thang Warden of the Campaign Diamonds in my Man-chain Pourer of the Champagne New Flow, Chain to Cold, Flue Flow Brain too Hugo Boss to Lay Low Oh Dental Flossin the Fo' I Know that I should Know Throw Back to 94' Got that Matt Groening Rap, Pimpin, Homer Simpson “Doh!” (Doh) Gotta Couple Bad Birds Gotta Couple Dollarssss Caught up like a Rap Nerd Gotta be a Scholar Rappin like a Raptor Gotta Be a Baller Aiming on these Rappers Poppin atcha Collar Jack Kerouac in a Black Cadillac Jack Spratt in a Snap Back Abstract Pineapple, Five Panel Hat