PreemClientele - Piñata lyrics

[Verse 1: PreemClientele] My team supreme like my clientele I seem extreme, line for line, I excel That's my word, it's worth the perfect price The price is right, I right my wrongs until there's nothing left I'm done, I'm unimpressed by the rest- Because the rest are lesser, stressed by pressure Unless it's a guest feature, I guess it begets “Ether"s [Verse 2: swinelord] ​hit that b**h like a c**aine pinata ​just kidding b**h bad, lady better ​don't put things in your bu*t kids [Verse 3: $tankyboy] Where's the crack? I pop backs like a chiropract, tic tacs inside of crunchwraps, Not that taco smack, whack shacks of lacking slaps, nowhere to wear these crap hats, your fat chaps got ice caps Touch my nickel wait no I meant pickle, fiddle with your little Blizzard, tiny wiener and cheesbizzle from dairy queen with No smelly cheese, get at me you smelly queef, no intellect is My game, shame is my name and no sense to blame, I am doo-Doo and you are a poodle, drool with your tools in school Around fools and pools of boo-boo Couldn't get down wit the cotton mounds My feces is profound and you're a b**h with no bite, not like Mike and Ike, tasty treats from the streets leave bleeps in your peeps to ponder for weeks with no income Straight rectum and vasectomy up and down your alley I mean esophagus and don't forget the pain in ya chest from no rest and all the mess But nevermind that, back to the real rappin' Truthfully, as I am currently spitting these lava raps I am fappin' Cause truthfully, these donkey a** rappers been a fake OG $tanky, Master of the f**in' renegade [Verse 4: JFKray] You mother f**ers don't know the meaning of being brave Scything through rappers gonna put you in your grave Rising from the underground but buried in a tomb Cause we always underground until we reach the moon This is food for thought and every day i consume So bright and dark may the end be very soon Because im just seeing red but then maybe im insane Maybe it's in my head but im too blinded by change There is a war i can't avoid that has trapped me yet again The war inside my mind got me always wondering when d**h is going to strike maybe its tonight But always left in daze but i still put up a fight Following in footsteps so hear them coming up Maybe im an animal i bore this burden f** But then yet again maybe im f**ing crazy Cause whatever they say i seem not to let it phase me [Verse 5: Jimmy-The-Ray] I shoot up schools like Dylan Klebold or Eric Harris Blasting them hoods, leavin' n***as embarra**ed Puttin' n***as in graves, rename your hood Paris I draw out crowds, and put down sheriffs I'll renegade you all with half a f**ing verse You'll want your money back but I don't reimburse Sorry son, go back home with your empty purse And I'll just lie here strapped to the operating table, f**ing the old nurse [Verse 6: KUZGUN] The new Satan's son Hate on 'um Your soul shall be taken from You, no one is safe or done With, f** this, I might fornicate Again to p**n today Beat up the a** (Get it?) That's letters Being broken down By the groped-up sound Of your favorite MC Being choked to d**h by a mentally The n***a ended up With his dentals stuck Up his a**hole Blood-splattered Pica**os Fill the murder scene As the kid you now heard begins To go on a interstate k**ing spree It ain't Reebok Jones, Jamaal Studz, or KUZGUN, it's just me f**ing up the game, until I leave [Verse 7: LaFlamesAdvocate] Its past midnight,flashes and rocks lit,fights Deep in my mind, eyesight filled with creatures Creeping up from behind Toughts more crowded than the beyhive, art and d**h arouse eacho- Ther Skip past breakfast,lunch hand me the reefer My mind punched,as time touches,the ribbon in the sky Such as past grudges, black and grey pictures,of family dinners But pa** me with the sh** and lets celebrate christmas Salivate,the peace and freedom White,black,latinas and asians, all from the same family-tree relation Escape all the preach and hatred, f** the speech and sancred Pa** the weed,blaze it Lets just,color the reality we facing, pinata colored landscapes And b**hes dozing of the candy caints and bars YES LORD [Interlude: Reebok Jones] Damn, my grandma fell asleep in a dab position (x4) [Verse 8: Reebok Jones] I'm a Crip and a Blood cuz I'm a Crood Cuz I'm less intelligent I'd s** on a baby's vagina TBH I know, I have weird fetishes Now let me spit lyrical miracle bars so RG likes me: My rapsodic demigod reconcilliates orators AHH! THIS sh*t IS TOO HARD [Verse 9: Onemanband] I asked her if she'd s** my dick She said she'd never go that far So out of curiosity I offered her a klondike bar You know they'd do anything for it Start speaking spanish, have Donald Trump get you deported It's not a question of reality it's what's bout to happen And pretty soon it'll be illegal for you to continue rapping Cause we take offense to everything that makes people laugh f** Spongebob and his yellow motherf**ing a** Sue Nickelodeon for defamation of the youth f** the color yellow I'd prefer to not acknowledge the truth You're lacking intelligence f** the mother that birthed you Those bars were irrelevant, just as much as the first two And they say that having love is a virtue But I'd rather not indulge myself in the things that could hurt you My attention span is too short to make a f**ing commitment I might say I love but do you think I really meant it Told her this could be the best thing that you ever felt So get on your knees and start before you make the ice cream melt [Verse 10: NondescriptWhiteRapFan1] Something something Diddy ad-libs Your dad's a drunk and your mom's a who*e This is my first time hearing of Freddie Gibbs I've never even heard this song before Yeah I know the verse is late But it's better than having no verse at all Without me the cypher can't be great Like a kid with Downs doing a backwards crawl [Verse 11: Sicarius] Reese's Pieces, blood of Christ, the Jesus Adam and Eve is, the saints can't even believe this I'm a legend, been one since Vice City I'm only f**in' with your b**h, she got nice titties I spit inferno, I burn your rap career I get in a minute what you get in a year I get in a second what you get in a month Clan in the front, boy, let your feet stomp!