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lyrical overdose freestyle - white wappah lyrics

(verse)
yeah
on the mic, i’m a monstrous creation
the rappin’ abomination
i’m what you would get if you mixed a kamikaze with ozzy
when i’m rappin’ under pressure, i got diamonds on my mind
like lil uzi
i’m out here reinventin’ careers, while you won’t get off your rears
in a jacuzzi
these dudes tryna freestyle as fly as me
but they can’t be flier than me* cus i’m in a private plane
yeah
when i’m spittin’ rhymes, i’m on a higher plane
when i’m at the finish line, you’re mind still won’t be made
when you’re six feet under, only time you’ll get laid
yeah
i hope your b*tt is hurt when i get on this sick beat
you can call me a pain as much as i try to restrain
i can’t ignore these homicidal thoughts in my brain
straight to my pen
and these thoughts are so docile and impossible to stop
your pockets don’t have any knots
your rhymin’ ain’t nothin’ to kneel down to like these dirty cops
say you’re movin’ rocks but you won’t evolve
you’ll only be hindered when you get stoned
yeah
and it ain’t logic to call this a homicide
i call this sh*t a lyrical genocide
cus i’m wipin’ the map of every rapper that tries to hide
and it’s like sayin’ sayonara with cyanide
craftin’ every line like a mastermind
i got a massive mind the way i make your class divide
yeah
and the way i got you eatin these rhymes girl i wouldn’t want any to go to waste
yeah
the way i’m spittin’ rhymes is like me emptyin’ the clip
i ain’t even at the finish line yet but it’s like a clip the way i make em twitch
and godd*mn
i just don’t know where to begin
you can talk all the sh*t you want behind a screen
but you don’t have any game with a pen
f*ck it lets fight you can drop the mic
like james corden
your team wouldn’t blast off like a rocket or james harden
bars so hot it seems to be reachin’ a fever pitch in here
demigod with the rhymes* its like i’m preachin’ here
i’m going gold while you’re still using silverware
even if your reflection was staring back at you, you still wouldn’t be self aware
yeah
stay up on my indie grind, you can’t contract me like these p*ssies
said i stay up on my indy grind, that’s why i’m talkin cars on the track
go to the club and drop a couple racks right on her rack
yeah i got a ladder rack right on top of this cadillac
and my bars are similar to molten lava
everything i say is so fire, its volcanic
imma get these fans screaming like a horror fl!ck
met a girl drunk off vodka, thought she was a dixie chick
yeah
and what the f*ck are these
voices in my head
they’re tellin me to k!ll mc’s
choices that’ll make em dead
i take my lyrical clip and pump em with the lead
yeah
with my bars i only fire mortars while i leave em stiff like rigamortis
and you don’t have any stuff like a taxidermist
bars so cold that you’re hypothermic
i’m a combination of john wick and slim sha
with this pen i will go cray
you can’t stop me no one can
i’ll rap circles around your head like a bonnet
how you talkin guns when you ain’t bout that
ain’t about your rings like sonic
i’m still super lyrical and y’all are just pill poppin
which is ironic
this is lyrical overdose
b*tch i’m over your robo flows
this just the demo, imagine how the album sound
yeah
imagine how the album sound
(instrumental outro)

- white wappah lyrics

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