Linus - Flows not Fowls lyrics

[Marathon Verse] Coming at you live and reckless Another track on this dumb track-list bu*ton up your f**ing jacket Flow so cold you cannot wreck it I am here. Here I am What time is it? It's time to jam Don't forget to invite the Fam Cause you know Sherms is going ham Damn, I've already k**ed it Cooking up these rhymes like I'm cooking up some sk**ets Made with eggs and bacon, I love to wake and bake and I gotta get that dough and you know I'm not talking about baking Somebody tell Satan, or Tyler whatever-his-name-is Make some room for me I need to get into this rap business Let's get super smashed, bro Pour me a cup, roll me a blunt and smoke some dank dro Don't give me any papers, give me a cigarillo Roll that sh** up tighter than defensive armadillos Got me higher than the redwoods, no weeping willows All you a**holes at the bottom go to sleep on your pillow I'm out of this world. I don't belong on this earth I'm not just a flirt, b**h I'm more than I'm worth You can tell by my girth, not the price on my shirt Only 140 but I'm the bigger man damn, that's gotta hurt Or does it burn? Third degree All you dumb co*k-s**ers out there, yes I'm talking to thee I'm talking to the b**h-a**es who wanna get their a**es Kicked real quick. Take your head, and I'll smash that And take your lady's mingy and I will trash that And she'll come running back to me cause she knows my staff is magic Hell yeah I know what it takes. Marathon rap, no chorus breaks I'll bet I'm hip-hop's number-one artist no matter what the stakes Going strong, going hard. You know that's how I really are If you think I'm not hip-hop's king then I guess I'll be the f**ing Czar What now? Second round. Can't stop me, I'm going to town Will not lounge and shall not frown, until I'm heard I want it now I just wanna be known as the kid that really made it And his dreams were never faded wether he was loved or hated And I don't give a damn. Just gonna have fun Maybe add a bit more money, not a lot it's just a sum And I will shine brighter than that mother-f**ing sun And my kingdom has already come, so tell Khaled that I've already won Realize my potential. I don't need any credentials It's a L i n u s instrumental, with a flow that's nothing special Need to get paid. Well it's all bills or pennies Cause I can't even afford a side of hash browns at a Denny's My lyrics got y'all tripping like Doc Ellis in the 70s So you just give me a beat, and I'll give you the bennies And he couldn't pitch a no-no cause I know how to make a hit With all these words that I spit, are you hearing this sh**? This could make Nastia Liukin stop flipping and just kick it Or have Shawn land on my Johnson but I'll be the one that sticks it Fresher than a rookie, I ain't new to this game You know this music ain't lame. You should learn my damn name Call me a f*ggot, b**h, or p**y, man that sounds the same You should call me Katrina. More deadlier than a hurricane Your raps are ten times worse. I'm like a witch doctor's curse Coming after the weak sh**, is the rabid Sherman Lurch Murdered by me while I f** your b**h's meat purse f** her a** dead, then she'll join you in the hearse So come at me, bro. I'm a pterodactyl, you're a flamingo You ain't heard of Big Wet, b**h that's something that you should know [Outro] ...should know ...should know b**h that's something that you should know b**h that's something that you should know ...should know ...should know b**h that's something that you should know ...should know B-b**h that's something that you should know