YouTube Rapper (Bonus Track)

Yeah, when I was younger, I didn't know what to do with myself
 Freestyle to freestyle, proving myself
 Started focusing on the mission more than spitting
 But the feeling that I was missing was the one to kill everybody else
 And I'm not violent, I just need to be protected now (Yeah)
 My boy just got himself a little pistol, he might shoot it at you
 Who am I after? Anyone I gotta stick or put on my pupu platter
 Used to chatter but I get way too much pussy to be a YouTube rapper
 Shoot you actors
 Rap with the way Hulu captures with a Jew crewmaster
 Doo-doo, blast your block with a K
 Cuckoo clappers from the SooWoo chapter (Yeah)
 Tell me how you wanna do it, should I nuke you bastards?
 Or, should I go and get 'em with a Count Dooku slasher, do you faster?
 Who'd you rather go against?
 I control the web like a computer hacker
 I been abusin' rappers since animal crackers and Chutes and Ladders
 Put 'em in a comatose and I'm goin'
 Ghost, feel like I'm cool with Casper
 Torture everybody
 Put 'em in a group on camera like it's a ooVoo gather
 Why they gotta choose me to try hoot to Mathers?
 Guess I'm the truth and I boost to Zeus, who's gassin'
 But buku flashers on social media say I juke truth backwards
 Fuck your boots loose with a duke shoot smasher, I'm solid
 I just demolish, please tell the pilot I switch the climate
 I'm way too cold, I'm two degrees, it's like I'm switching college
 But ain't no need for school if guns
 Can teach you trigonomics (Bah, bah)
 Curb stomp the only way I'm kicking knowledge
 I don't preach, ladies say, "I love you," when you sort of poppin'
 You take them for their word and then
 They take you for your wallet (Thank you)
 How many syllables can he fit within a second with no content?
 Use your own logic, no comment (Ha ha)
 No more violence
 I just kill 'em to enjoy the silence
 I got my hand on the button still
 Don't know why I'm runnin', but I'm runnin' still
 No more violence
 I just kill 'em to enjoy the silence
 I got my hand on the button still
 Don't know why I'm runnin', but I'm runnin' still
 Jesus Lord, relieve me more of stress, I need some more revenge
 Distort your neck and force a stretch, Like prehistoric Rex
 And don't ask me to be your guest feature, more or less
 Your new song got four plays like a tease
 Before the sex, you need some more success
 I'm still a teen of course, I need endorsement checks
 Tech? (What up?)
 I heard you made the Forbes, I need you for some bread
 And I don't treat my girls like queens
 I treat 'em more like kings in chess
 I keep the whores in check
 I feel like Jesus when you leave me bored to death
 Ayy
 I don't know why anybody wanna come and get it from Dante (Dante)
 That thinking is dubious, I am Vesuvius, pop, now you're Pompeii (Hot)
 Calling me coward, I'm coming as crazy, calamitous Kanye (Whoa)
 Got a gargantuan gun, I'ma get the grown-up gropin' grande
 Blah blah, taking agua after rap beef
 Put they paws on the faja, bah-bah, black sheep
 Nigga, that's weak, fucking raw in the car back seat
 Where they take rah-rah rap sheets
 Ha-ha, caca, cats keep, crack peeps
 Pipes, pips, and I'm glad it's night
 Grammatic geist, get status wiped
 Coming against me is bad advice
 You don't wanna lay up in the poison predicament
 Gonna wage us and you're sort of maleficent
 Don't I say this, I'm the opposite, people say Amadeus (Wait)
 I been on my Rambo
 Killing 'em off of my camo
 And I be coming equipped with the ammo
 Pulling 'em out of the bando
 Never your rhyming, no can handle
 No more violence from your Sambo
 And a big silence of the Lambo
 I bring silence from the panel whenever my mic is handled
 Ain't no match, you can't light the candle
 One of a kind, I'm the prime example
 Talking about me, be slightly careful
 Comin' to my city is quite the gamble
 Better hope that your flight is canceled
 Make you scream 'cause I like the sample, wait
 This man'll, dismantle
 Put your head on this mantle
 I see BS on your channel
 Get outshined by my shadow
 I don't battle, I do not pretend
 Don't even rap like this if I'm not with Tech
 Tech, I got your back, a back architect
 The way I built this shit from the YouTube, kid
 I'm done, fuck
 No more violence
 I just kill 'em to enjoy the silence
 I got my hand on the button still
 Don't know why I'm runnin', but I'm- go
 One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
 Look at all that hate I generate
 I don't feel apart from featherweights
 Maybe try when you enter the state
 Oh you fuck that cup up every day?
 Oh you drink that cup up every day?
 Got me thinkin', hold up, anyways
 What the fuck you got to celebrate?
 How many losses do you tend to take?
 One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
 Nine, ten, eleven, maybe twelve a day
 That's so sad but gee, what can I say?