Rapture

[Intro]
I'm in a room full of people who like to hate a lot
And a baby room, full of hater-tots

[Verse 1]
Motherfucker, I'm flawless
Conceited's what you call this
A broke ass nigga with a penny in his wallet
I just got off tour; there was 15 people at each show
Yes, that's 15 people who now know
I'll go around the world if I have to
Just to find a mic device and beats I can rap to
Plus my water bill is at least 3 weeks past due
So I ain't got time to be polite; I act bashful, asshole
I'm out of cash, though
So there ain't no use in trying it
Judge me for me, not by who you see me rhyming with
A nigga so sick, so sick he needs a Heimlich
You love me cause I'm cocky, there ain't no use in denying it (laugh)
So let's see how nasty I can get
Pass it by as time goes, let's see how many I can do
Now, I ain't got time to these motherfuckers rise a dick
Once they find out I can rhyme and shit
Because I'm making power moves (moves)
I devour dudes who
Try to ruin anything that I'm about to do
I got nothing but doubt for you
But I'm sure your parents are proud of you
I'm sticking to it like a man
And finally passing algebra

[Bridge]
This is not good
This is not good
This is not good

[Hook]
You see, I live in a place that ya'll call the Bible Belt
Here's my poker face, as well as the hand that I've been dealt

[Verse 2]
A label once told me to represent a place more rugged
I said, "Fuck it, tell 'em I'm from Oklahoma and watch 'em love it."
Fuck the public, if all they want is catchy stuff
My homeboy makes beats, I am seeing that's enough
Plus, I'm here to convert all kids who think their rapping sucks
I know fake bling catchers, big rappers have to buff
See, I got twice the skill and ironically half as luck
Cause I guess to get a record deal, you actually have to suck
See, I'm broke as fuck; I still live in my parents house
Here's my dirty laundry, I use music to air it out
And if I had a dollar for every time I heard it was dope
I'd be a hundred bucks away from being broke (flat broke)
And it's killing me
It has me questioning all the shit that's real to me
Cause some people won't acknowledge my abilities
And so to keep my rhymes alive, I have to work a 9 to 5
I hope they bump me up to salary, it's challenging
But I welcome it with open arms
I pierce your eardrums, annoying like smoke alarms

[Outro]
(This is not good)
'Fore the first verse starts, you already know it's John
Feeling dizzy? Well, here, have something to focus on
I want to rule the insects, watch the locusts swarm
Like Candyman, except he ruled the killer bees
I want to be a praying mantis who fucks and kills MCs
I bet he had a record label who fucks and kills their dreams
With promises of fortune and grandeur
We all have many questions, but we all ignore the answers
So unbuckle that buckle that ya'll call the Bible Belt
Here's my poker face, I'll play the hand that I've been dealt