Rappity Raps

Aw shit look i'm bringin' rap back
I'm bringin' that rappity rap shit back
I'm bringin' that runnin' the track
Shit back pass the
Hasta for you pass don't crash that shit
I'm bringin' the gas back in
A backpack pa pa pa
Pack your bags baby, baby I
Ain't mad at that
It don't matter better dead it
You will see me in a minute I'ma get
The mac and get some fuckin' money
I ain't got a plan, but I got
A gun, I don't need your hands
I ain't takin' chromes
Show me to your land, I'ma kill your lamb
Burn your farm I'm the man
Take an arm and a leg, head, dead
Fed to the pigs
Yeah yeah nigga I ain't scared
Shakin' tables throwin' chairs
Poke the bear, smokin' gas, smokey bear
Chest froze, polar bear
Lame niggas over there, you the same
Go over thеre take his chain, souvenir
Chip his tooth, a nеw veneer
Hit the booth and who appear?
Who, who don't fear me? you
Gon' feel the force, fifty times more
Doors gettin' torn off the hinges
JIDDY, rev the engine

I'ma have to get my dogs out of
The dog pound 'fore they kill something
I don't need to have a tall
Mutt, I ain't seen shit, i ain't did nun
I don't tell her nothin' false I been
A real one since a lil one
I'ma have to pass on the pussy but
I don't mind gettin' my dick sucked
I'ma have to have my ears up I don't
Know these niggas in the 6 bruh
They don't really make me flinch bruh
'cause my big bruh got a clip bruh
I'm a problem, i'm a big one all the opps
Finna have to click up
Nigga playin' like Nintendo
That extendo make him switch up

Oh shit
Tryna find myself I need to change, oh my god
Asking god to grow it start to rain
Oh my god
Ridin' through the city in my range
Oh my god
Thinkin' about blowin' out your brains

I was doin' bad, not the racks
Now im like Giannis at the rec, uh
Got a chain, but he came with some shackles
Back to back to back but we ain't goin' back
What with a pump
No asthma I attack 'till I see plasma
Screen-scan we kill cancers
In my stance I'm smoother than
A fucking praying mantis
Praying hands for anyone thinkin'
Of playin' games
I got the typical flows to keep you
Niggas on the tip of yo' toes
I got the go ahead, the give and go
The get a nigga shakin' like a
Silly stripper bitch on a pole
I'm at your forehead, get off my
Gonads, I said it before this
I really be zonin'
Zone 6, we door-kick then stole
Kicks from drove whips
For joyrides and then ditched 'em
Temple checkin' we checkin'
Niggas temperature
Delicatessen, the breadwinner
Let us pray over the dinner
While they prey on us
You get the picture, I am not the victim
Put a bounty on your head, quick to a nigga
On the run, rip a ligament
My pigment, grab pen or throw the pigskin
I slit wrists dead serious
'bout my business benjamins
Morticians couldn't figure out who
Limbs this is
Ten out of ten I'm in something tinted
Brain tilted crane kick a nigga straight
Through the ceiling, no hard feelings