Mike East - Chattertime lyrics

I came up without a name Caucasian persuasion disqualified me from the game They said I was lame; But I don't listen to the slander Ubiquitous banter's everywhere but I'm about to put a damper on the industry This is me, call me Mad Chatter I'm badder than Jackson, satisfaction happens when I'm rappin' Up in a tree without a ladder has got you sadder than tears - Never thought my words would make it to your ears Well here you have it - A radical habit so avidly savage It'll have all you average agates grabbin' and packin' your baggage f** the closet, b**h - I'm outta the cabinet Still mappin' more tracks than half of you erratic inadequate (maggots) So f**in' metal I attract magnets magically The madness is tragic, see I'm a package from the saddest pastures The baddest master of that new sound – Grabbin' the mic, rippin' it up and then draggin' it to a new town I'll rip the roof down and make way for sunlight I'm dropping nuclear bombs on the gunfight Had a couple of homies to show me the fun sight of luminous wealth But you've gotta do it yourself if you want sh** done right So now I'm pushing and pulling, trynna make some waves in the pool And my mother dearest never caught sh** about f**ing raising a fool I'm complacent and cool – beaming at you with a wide-a** grin You motherf**ers let the fire ants in You should've kept your door closed I walked in on you getting f**ed like cheat fantasy p**nos I'm taking over your percentage of the domicile – Promise my vomit will honestly profit, I'm volatile Mad Chatter's rattlin' faster than crack ‘n Adderall Or Ritalin sniffin' ninjas with a quick mission b**h, I shatter y'all I'll make your ladder fall when you're halfway to the top This is me showing these MC's a sign that says STOP Chattertime I stay alive with my wrists slit Cause my blood is some thick sh** Since I pa** up the big pigs for fatter swine That blood is pure molten soul All of the listeners know That I'm a palatable rapperer of a radder kind My rapid vernacular habit is spastic You're better dead than sweatin' in bed Spendin' lead, pressin' for better rhymes I'll make it wet where the sun don't ever shine Then knock ‘em up Poppin' straight off the co*k like I was Fedderline The current radio playlist is laced with Tasteless fake sh**stains and everybody's wasted The game is evil, makin' demons outta people So I scaled the steeple, screamin' out “is nothing f**ing sacred?” Everyone said I wouldn't make it They wouldn't give me the time of day so I had to come and take it I wouldn't settle for the night I pedaled toward the light On levels sorta like The Devil's horde in flight I'm apesh** You're basic, a one-trick dominatrix And you wonder why the audience is always so vacant Looking at you is k**ing me, does your face hurt? Musical masochism's got me going “what's the safe word?” I vent vivid verses vanquishing villainous vocalists Forged from feral faculties foreshadowing focused fists You're bogus, b**h, I'm better than b**bs and bu*t s** Literally never learned the language of losing, what's next? I'm so pissed, it's vexing; Like locusts, unresting I'm focused and besting You slow kids And notice My flow's quick like Nestle With no kids but nesting I'm so sick There's no fix So go lick my testes …just giving you some time to react to that I'm flipping aerial rhymes, I'm an acrobat I'm going crazy and that's why I keep the chatter mad And you don't wanna be a part of the aftermath You'll be reduced to human soup in a plaster cast Or splattered over my dagger holder like a gastric ma** Blasted out the back of a ma**ive and gaseous a** Pa** the flask and sing the Spitshine Sonata, dude Try not to pa** out from the potent marijuana fumes Countless people try to be different but never follow through I plan to be the first of my kind like Phil Donahue You crappers think you have it under wraps, but I'm onto you And if you're thinking what I'm thinking, you're one of the honored few East is the moniker, I'm here to drop a bomb or two Cause everyone is off to Bonnaroo but all I wanna do is STOP Chattertime You peckerheads are comin' rectal with your hecklin' I'll leave your face speckled with red freckles like splattered wine – From the bloodspray, flattering I must say Have a good day, though normally I would stay to fraternize Your drastic actions had ya frag-blasted Now you're a spasmin' basket of protoplasm with a shattered spine But that aside, would you be my Valentine? I'll hold your heart still while your monitor achieves a flatter line So s** my bladder dry, and I'll be back, just as advertised