Token - T.O.K.E.N. Tuesday 1 lyrics

LPOD, f** you know about that? We rap on a beat pa**ionately you rappers be trapped with the cheese like a mouse trap Count that, that was doubles, hear the triples Better than ever you better remember The penmanship etiquette better than everything represented End your career, it's simple I ain't got the swag of a rapper, no, not at all I'm white, chubby, and Jewish with no SnapBack on. I lost Proper posture, also I lost my marbles and on the top Of my chin I got a white-a** pimple that I forgot to pop I ain't gross, I'm sick, you got the pronunciation wrong Underground, underrated, all are understatements On a rapper diet, invite-'em-in and take in-vitamins My mind's a box, meaning I'm out of my mind so I can't think inside of it You pick up what I'm putting down? Look out! I got the profound books that amount to this crookedest sound And I'm looking around What you're putting down is a good amount Of bullsh**, astounding me Annoying the sh** out of me like laxatives you put in your mouth But I'm pushing you pussies down Cause you're warn out like the hooker in town. (Wow!) Check it out, my verbals make a rapper slit himself Bars like a prison cell, I'm giving life or giving hell While you're singing jingle bells, I'm spitting sick as rabies Sicker than syphilis with AIDS be Finna be k**ing but you're missing like bullets that hit Jim Brady Crazy, is a synonym sending sinister sins Cinnamon isn't similar to the sweatiness I'm spitting LPOD, and we in this It's rest in peace to you b**hes It's Token Tuesday coming to you every week take a listen (one)