Leo Spitstorm - Broken Bad lyrics

[Verse 1] White kid, black music, this is "Gray Matter" "Rabid Dog" on the mic, an insane rapper Brain tapper, stay badder, sweeter than cake batter Blow a homie's "Face Off" just to create laughter And those are just "Half Measures" Half effort, tad better. Bad effer Of mothers like Ted Beneke. You're whack I'll choose rum instead One"Fifty-One", Hennessy, or Jack Honey, don't try me saying "I.F.T." Karma will come back, you'll be "Bit by a Dead Bee" God bless me. I'm sick, say "Salud" Play it cool, but how can a theatre kid pay for school? "Live Free or Die" in the "Granite State" College up by my Nana's place. Trying to reanimate Rap. My choral "Madrigal"s are magical Prefer oral "Over" vaginal ‘cause it's casual Mathematical mind. Call me Walter White "Kafkaesque" with "Pilot" control, watch me alter flight "Seven Thirty-Seven" "Fly", "Thirty-Eight Snub" Told himself never rhyme with a word he made up co*k a "Shotgun". I might pop a shell Like Super Mario "Hermanos", with a hop and tell I'm hot as hell. Burly man stuntin' Definitely vagueness, I surely am something Others bluffing with "A Crazy Handful of Nothin'", in fact I gotta ton of entendres in my raps Don't care if you want "Más" or "No Más" End your game, I'm a combo-k**er like Tomas Straight fluency "Breakage" Rapper able to hold stage, who is the greatest You're a no-name. Show respect in my game "Caballo Sin Nombre", "Say My Name" [Hook] It's Spitstorm, Spitstorm, Spitstorm, Spitstorm Spitstorm, Spitstorm, Spitstorm, Spitstorm Spitstorm, Spitstorm, Spitstorm, Spitstorm Spitstorm, Spitstorm, Spitstorm, Spitstorm [Verse 2] Legend of the "Phoenix", I was made to spit fire Pleasure for my penis, please raise your tits higher That p**y have to be tight, like "The Cat's in the Bag…" If you pa** me the mic, I'm never pa**ing it back I get that p**y wet, "…And the Bag's in the River" Fire every set, ‘cause I have to deliver Like pizza on the roof, I can draw a perfect ampersand Fancy and sick like a "Cancer Man" I've got "Confessions", I've got stress-induced pressure End up slaying the game, they say it's a "Full Measure" Brain has "Deadfreight" and voices, full of noise List of reasons why I'd need a gun, I got "Bullet Points" A "No-Rough-Stuff-Type Deal" is ideal For vanilla s** devoid of kink or high heels You "Better Call Saul" before I come at you With a Sawzall or "Box Cutter". Boss motherf**er You all fall like Victor when I stick you with the silver blade Rap persona, lie and say I could k** "4 Days Out" of my mind, "One Minute" I'm all sane Then next I'll be "Broken" "Down" in a "Crawl Space" Keep an "Open House" through the dog days I've felt "Cornered", shout with my palms faced Been called a sort of hound, but it's no "Problem Dog" I "Buried" my emotions, now that problem's gone Treat every day like Saturday Never sell out for you "Buyout"s, I don't need the "Hazard Pay" Aggressive rappers? Yeah I'm sure can handle ya These unoriginal rappers go in circles like "Mandala"s Black and blue in "Abiquiu", leave you "Negro y Azúl" Screaming "Peekaboo" when I beat you with a stool "I See You". You need intensive care I got a full head of hair, pen name, a pen to spare And pen game, just need to set aside pen time Ten times as efficient in "End Times" with end rhymes Top like red lights, these "Green Light"s should go Baby blue in "ABQ", I feel right at home Surrounded by friends who stay "Grilled" and "Bug", yet I'm "Gliding Over All" staring chilled at the "Sunset" Started awfully in "To'hajiilee" Apologies to those who heard my raps before they were all released "Blood Money" policy. Do all I need to fall asleep "Ozymandias" ambiance, rule before I fall to knees Was it all a dream? People calling me pa**ionate All about attractiveness, like I'm made of magnets, b**h Rap is all I need, son Crank my headphones loud, turn that beat up Rap game Ehrmantraut, shut the f** up Let me die in peace with my "Felina"