Nalyd - Auxilary lyrics

Raping tracks, Farmer John I eat hip hop p**y like its Filet Minon My s**m swam in her, just like a motherufcking swan I skeet-skeet-skeet-skeet-skeeted, and then I was gone Dropping bombs with sweaty fangers My satan dick mean is fine Angus And it was inserted, in yo mom's an*s Please don't cry, i know my raps are heinous You had to get served, cause you were dissin' this beat Good thing, I didn't see you on these mean streets Cause honestly, you'd be meeting defeat All brought together with a side of skeet Proceed with discretion/ Remember always count you blessings Resisting the street life that you praised in adolescence/ From living in struggle/ The days you're trapped inside the bubble The feeling that you're entrapped in a system that never loves you/ Kick and constantly shove you/ The game of life's survival Fighting every feeling that makes you vanquish your rival/ Feeling that's homicidal lifes recital's suicidal Await my very demise since the days of my arrival.Imma come first for better or worse / And I'm pickin my words I got a thirst for the perfect verse / But if you screw around with me you'll be leaving in a f**ing herse / Not beatin my chest but it's best that you listen first. / To what I'm saying, you best be prayin that I don't find you, so leave it all behind you Still at the bottom, but im heading to the top My flow is chill like autumn, haters are like leaves, they drop, I never said I was from harlem, but I rep the the east coast, I never start a problem but im solving how to make this yeast, toast, im close, lets toast, to the fact that im improving, my shoes say just do it, I did it, where have you been, make lyrics left you clueless, my thoughts are so obtuse, its amazing with no college to see the knowledge I produce Rappin to the casket, send my lines off ina basket, i put everythang into this game and still get nothin back, its like im trapped, inbetween myself and who i used to be, i can't believe i let myself become my very enemy, although this pen is like my novacaine, this dream is my disease, i know that if the chance arose i could be what i wanna be, its like the hope is my addiction was this dream a bad decision, the only thing between me and the fame is somethin missin Proceed with discretion/ Remember always count you blessings Resisting the street life that you praised in adolescence/ From living in struggle/ The days you're trapped inside the bubble The feeling that you're entrapped in a system that never loves you/ Kick and constantly shove you/ The game of life's survival Fighting every feeling that makes you vanquish your rival/ Feeling that's homicidal lifes recital's suicidal Await my very demise since the days of my arrival Imma come first for better or worse And I'm pickin my words I got a thirst for the perfect verse But if you screw around with me you'll be leaving in a f**ing herse Not beatin my chest but it's best that you listen first To what I'm saying, you best be prayin that I don't find you, so leave it all behind you Still at the bottom, but im heading to the top My flow is chill like autumn, haters are like leaves, they drop, I never said I was from harlem, but I rep the the east coast, I never start a problem but im solving how to make this yeast, toast, im close, lets toast, to the fact that im improving, my shoes say just do it, I did it, where have you been, make lyrics left you clueless, my thoughts are so obtuse, its amazing with no college to see the knowledge I produce