Michete - Rap Game Kimmy Gibbler lyrics

[Intro] Oh my god Look at these f**ing idiots [Hook] (How rude, how rude You got it, dude, you got it, dude How rude, how rude You got it, dude, you got it, dude) [Verse 1] Alright, check it My name ain't Ralph but I'm gonna wreck-it These motherf**ers all think they're on that next sh** Forget it, you got it all mixed up, Nesquik Got my lead tip, talkin' mad reckless Leave 'em hangin' on my every word like a necklace But y'all ain't got sh** to flex with Ticked every box on the f**boy checklist I am not one to mess with So you best dip, ain't talkin' bout breadsticks Body stay lookin' anorexic But I swear to god I'm eatin' rappers like Chex Mix Yes, b**h, I cut 'em up with my sharp tongue As for you, boo? no bite to your bark, son Awwww, take a seat and watch Michael win While you're at it, drag your mixtape to the recycle bin b**h, you can't do it like I do it I'm hurtin' these f*ggots, intensive care unit ICU, and I see B.S Crime scene with this flow, no CBS Hell no, i'm not your typical GBF Never play around, less I'm on my 3DS And you're a grown man, but your bars PBS You are severely misguided, get a GPS Call CPS, because I'm sonning these rappers I'm abusive, throw them in the dump in their pampers Can't figure it out? better call Summer Sanders Man I'm scalping these b**hes, leave em looking like Amber Send an Amber alert when your a** goes missing Any competition's just an apparition Shut up and listen, you don't f**in' matter b**h, I don't got no f**in' manners [Hook] (How rude, how rude You got it, dude, you got it, dude How rude, how rude You got it, dude, you got it, dude) [Verse 2] This fake sh**, I can't get behind I see them all pretending, like they're Chrissy Hynde Hit rewind, just to make sure you heard clearly On my Freddy Kreuger, so you f*ggots better fear me Hear ye, wack sh**'s tough for me to ingest Talkin' big game, but you never leave me impressed If I'm a queen, then I guess that you're a princess Don on the Mike like Ninja Turtle incest And they've been pressed, mad cause I'm k**in' it Heard them weak bars, and I'm never really feelin' it Safeway, generic type sh** You ain't never been this hot, I'm on that Farenheit sh** Now, who the f** do you think you are I see all these kids rapping like they think they're hard Disregard the fact that you ain't never seen sh** True linguist, drop bombs and sink ships Cute twink b**h, yes, I'm the baddest Type of dude to turn a straight man into a f*ggot Then I keep him coming back, he's an addict Reason why these b**hes got no clue where their man is Got your man stickin' to me like a bandage So f**in' funny, yeah, call it Patty Mayonnaise Girl, yes, I got all the tricks to make him mine Give him crazy brain so he call me Dr. Frankenstein My tongue like a whirlwind Head so good, make you wanna leave your girlfriend Oh, you're straight huh? so's spaghetti Until you heat it up, you ain't ready for Michete Now, I'ma leave him all confused like the Riddler Swag through the roof, no fiddler Burning all these b**hes like my last name's Hitler Uninvited guest, rap game Kimmy Gibbler [Hook] (How rude, how rude You got it, dude, you got it, dude How rude, how rude You got it, dude, you got it, dude) [Outro] I'm off the richter Uninvited guest, rap game Kimmy Gibbler (Have mercy)