These Are My Feelings

[Intro]
These are my feelings

[Verse]
I swear I got 'em so mad, got 'em so angry
Seeing what I look like make 'em wan' hate me, like
Who this [?]-head-lookin' bitch spittin' like a fever
Can't believe it when I'm cooking, Chris, look at this
I ain't lyin', bitch, I'm raw
Something like a tiger or a lion when I roar
Check the pawprints
If you straight, take the motherfucking wrinkles out
'Cause I ain't sugar-cut with shit, take the sprinkles out
Simple and plain, all these new-ass rappers sounding simple and plain
Instead of studying the people who assembled the game
They too focused on the women, cars, clothes, and the chains (Yeah)
Don't get me wrong, I'ma stunt when the time is right
There's a long wick, I'm waitin' for the dynamite
And if you kinda tight
Then I'm the Virgin Mary's cherry 'fore she had Jesus
I'm on that vagina tight
Elevate, illustrate always in the illest way
Kill shit, release it free, that's a dead giveaway
Y'all suck cock, you should do a head giveaway
Pussy motherfuckers, I just let the inner killer spray
Like a M16
I swear these rappers more shady than a M16, uh
Remember actions have an aftermath
This shit is draining like water doing after bath
I ain't after ass, I ain't after cash
I'm after knowledge, let me fix you up, have a glass, mmm
Man, that's straight truth serum
But nobody wanna drink 'cause they know the truth scare 'em
Shaking in they boots, fearin', know what e'rybody thinkin'
Tryna fit in 'cause it's way more fittin'
You living a shell like Koopa, stupa
Sick of all these scrubs, y'all luffas, doofus
I swear it's so true, you alls couldn't move us
I'm tryna make maneuvers, you was just manure
I belong in a zoo, you belong in a sewer
Tell me what the fuck I gotta do to make it?
Who do I gotta outshine, gotta out-rhyme?
I don't fit the rap game 'cause I don't brag about crime, fine
I'll take this shit elsewhere
Now have fun while your artists' CDs sit up on the shelf there