Lil Kydd - Wai·fu (wī-fo͞o) n. lyrics

My styles are dumb Bars smarter than all the Harvard Yard Sending a beat to the promised land in a shopping cart Stick to your Target and your Wally-mart Me and my bag of tricks are sittin in the alleyways and parking lot I chop you down like George Washington Watch the kick and the snare See how they go nuts like Washington Carver Got a hold of an MPC? Word to the Holy Father For granting me rhymes as I spit to thee Better fade like a tipsy barber Drunk off of the gin and the juice; The loud and the quiet The chai tea in the vodka I've no need for the ganja; Instead I grind raps in a fine powder Roll em up and then I spark ya; And now for the toss up Who's it gonna be? Little red hood or the trenchcoated monster? Mixed with a quart of allspice and a pint of Java Coppin rudimentary flows But the punchlines, allegories and metaphors? Boxer Think you proper? Im'ma snap you like a pocky Your sloppy. Couldn't tell the Creeds from the Rockies Little Mac in the den of the Kydd and he gettin bodied; Give him a couple of rights and down he goes. four stocks, g Spittin as hot as the Keys of Alicia You read me I'm clean but I'm crisp like the bottom of a greaser I'm the kinda rapper you oughta be nice to Unless you and your whole crew wanna lose your waifus [That's your f*cking waifu, homes! Go get her!] One time for the one here comes that ; Pulpit hopping music dropping Nuisance of a rapper; Backslashers better start running Hastaggers stuck on the stunting Lil Kydd ain't in this for nothing; Gonna get a ring off of Saturn Put it on my back and get cutting Get me in a track and I flip it Gymnastic get to the tuckin; And I whack a nine-bar upon you Tsuzuryu with the bludgeon Force trauma And a dull pain in your back region; Fall back or get eaten ... Kobayashi for the Lot of the red shirts; I'm Picard and you Wheaton With a beef and a bone to pick; I'm always sick You nothing but a vegan Sitting on the mic coughing wheezing Heavy breathing Cleanest heathen Meanest, leanest of the game In a suit coat; Beyond all right, rhyme or a reason I'm a machine I'm a fiend I'm whatever you want me to be When I put my two feet on the scene You gimme the quarantine; A medieval rhyming scheme Put it on top of a shoulder lean; Kids avoid me like lima beans Tryna be 5'2" Running with a harpoon At a monsoon and a kaiju? Well, fine Im'ma light you Put a good word in for the young boy and the waifu