Autopsy

[Chorus: Mitch Darrell]
Open up ya mind like an autopsy
Know the truth might burn like it’s hot coffee
Don't take it as a joke when I’m knock Knocking
Ima still be cookin when ya crock pot ding
I’m not not mean with the raps I know
I’m hot boxing when I brag I know
That's gassin myself up, blow my own smoke
I ought not boast when I rhyme I know

[Verse 1: Mitch Darrell]
I know my lyrics all come from the Spirit
I’ll spit a dope verse then freeze when I hear it
Like how did I write that, yo did I bite that?
Nah that's God, ain't another pen near it

Only sleep on my stomach cuz I’ll never back down
And its bars like that why they think I’m class clown
But I told yall Rap Should Be Fun that's facts
This Recess, bell rings I won't come back

Spit like I'm takin a DNA test
Ya tеam fulla scrubs, like CNA dress
And my favorite duo is mе n a check
No Nike I shoot hope you be in a vest

Percy Jackson, Pen be the sword
I hang wit God I Been with the Lord
Man “Right” so sharp I could turn any corner
Prayin Lucy gonna die and we ain't gon mourn her

Write for a livin Ima new school scribe
And the raps be clean like a brand new ride
I'm just tryna make change like ya got 2 fives
And as long as I live I won't let the truth die

[Chorus: Mitch Darrell]
Open up ya mind like an autopsy
Know the truth might burn like it’s hot coffee
Don't take it as a joke when I’m knock Knocking
Ima still be cookin when ya crock pot ding
I’m not not mean with the raps I know
I’m hot box ing when I brag I know
That's gassin myself up, blow my own smoke
I ought not boast when I rhyme I know

[Verse 2: Selah the Corner]
You know what I hate Mitch
I hate that they border with a fake fence
They forever saying sumn acting fake tense
Brain power turned off acting fake dense

Like, if I talk about the payments
Cocaine stash sittin in the fake vents
Look back at what I wrote and say this here dope
They hate but the hate don’t even make sense

I’m nice cuz of the nicest, and His hold on everything I write why the pen in a vice grip, truth is y’all in a crisis cuz y’all hate what’s in the mirror so much you kinda like it
Man, y’all ain’t never gonna break me too, when the sky crack Pops gon take me too, and I know y’all mess and all wanna project you hate you you want me to hate me too Na...

Alladat done, keep all ya trauma for you dog cuz i ain’t the one..
One last thing, I shoulda been on rap should be fun

[Chorus: Mitch Darrell]
Open up ya mind like an autopsy
Know the truth might burn like it’s hot coffee
Don't take it as a joke when I’m knock Knocking
Ima still be cookin when ya crock pot ding
I’m not not mean with the raps I know
I’m hot box ing when I brag I know
That's gassin myself up, blow my own smoke
I ought not boast when I rhyme I know