Menace

[Intro: Brandon Paul]

You don't know who you dealing with
B I be boastfully bloating belligerent
Hopefully blowing, I'm flowing meticulous
Many mistakes I'mma make I'm too menacing

[Verse 1: Brandon Paul]

Uh, I ain't fall, I'm just tripping
And I ain't tall, I'm just lifted
And it ain't Christmas but I'm gifted
It's not listed, but I'm giving what you wishing

Intuition intermission missing missiles full of drugs
Charismatic rapping addict added raps that you can love
I'ma Saturn satellite, my status stratus and above
Had an avid appetite and added cabbage to the grub

And you ain't timid: You just hoping
And I see that you ain't living: You just soaking
And I ain't saying that I'm swimming: But I'm floating
And I ain't saying you should fix it: But it's broken

I'm an open minded mortal, morphing more to metamorphosis
Maybe fucked enough to get abortions in an orphanage
She over suck enough to suck a comma from a coordinate
A very vicious vocal violent violating vocalist

[Hook: Brandon Paul]

The illest with the sickness
Add it up with my lyric arithmetic
Mentally naked, addressing your ignorance
Tourette's, all I say is ridiculous
Bet, but you don't know who you dealing with
B I be boastfully bloating belligerent
Hopefully blowing, I'm flowing meticulous
Many mistakes I'mma make I'm too menacing

[Verse 2: Brandon Paul]

I'm a little too cold: For a ballot
I'm a little too bold: For italics
I'm a little too hungry: For a salad
And my bed's a little too comfy: For a pallet

While I'm sleeping, beating teasing demons, tragic
Sick and screaming, see me seated, broken breathing, barley gasping
Now I'm beasting back and eating, breaking even like I'm Adam
I'mma savage snapping sloppy. I'mma Dallas rapper cocky

I been living on the moon with a fiddle in my hand
Finna blow like I'm chilling in the middle of Iran
Now It's 1945, I'm the general again
And I'm coming with that bomb, in the middle of Japan

I'm flowing like the ocean, you a little bit of sand
Scooby-Doo, cause I'mma meddle in the middle of your plans
Niggas bucking, busting triggers, trying touching on my land
But they bluffing, I'mma cussing, motherfucking, Super Sayian

[Hook: Brandon Paul]

The illest with the sickness
Add it up with my lyric arithmetic
Mentally naked, addressing your ignorance
Tourette's, all I say is ridiculous
Bet, but you don't know who you dealing with
B I be boastfully bloating belligerent
Hopefully blowing, I'm flowing meticulous
Many mistakes I'mma make I'm too menacing