BREETONBOITELLEM.COM (One-Take Nerdcore Rap)

Kicking back in Naptown, not lacking in charm
But I’m bad karma for rappers acting the part
While they’re stacked out in Cadillacs and packing the smarm
I’m writing phatter raps in cattle pads out back of a farm
Split a Kit-Kat, you’ll never get half of the bars
Flashing the cash and the cars and the fashion
Your act is a farce, mine’s a masterful art, and as a start
I’m on a Van Gogh tangent painting patterns of stars
Collabed with YTCracker, might be hacker magnetism
A radder cat could not be asked to rap the tracks I’m given
Velociraptor rafter rapper, now I’m in your ceilin’
But, still bout to swell up like I swallowed penicillin
Cuz I’m allergic to the pen, thе way I get reactions off it
Call this a passion project, I was kicking ass in collеge
Any rapper else who hate the way I’m popping off is
Painting pictures of Mohammed—they’ll never draw the profit

Freeced in the chat, I’m as ill as a virus
Cuz I’m killing in the village with the quill and papyrus
At least spout a fact, I’m a lyrical stylist
I crease when you rap and appear to be rhyme-less
Dapper from the sneaker toes up to where I frame ya
From the peepers, so if you bring a weaker show, I’ll maim ya
Rapper got that reaper flow, plus a jalapeña
Should be getting hits in Pittsburgh because my pens’ll vein ya
The zen’s ingrained up in my temples and my brain ya
Making claims and faking greatness while I’m waiting to arraign ya
Baby this is what I came to do I’m heinous when I shame ya
Czy pan rozumie? Cuz I’m saying do widzenia
Let me explain, other rappers are weak
Never whole-assin’ a track, they ain’t got half of the cheek
Bring a toe tag and a bag, cuz I’ll be capping 'em, Freeced
Is going so mad the Hatter had to ask me to cease

So I know you know I know my foes are naughty
That’s a line I put in here just fo Shwabadi
If you think I’m cribbing Dopey Z’s flow, you got me
But Variant agrees that I’m a total hottie
When I kick it in a dungeon, I’m draggin' a fold
Gold stacks and I rap teeth-chattering cold
I ain’t tryna get towed like I’m Badger and Mole
So take the bardic inspiration if you hazard a roll
All ten sevens, prestige
Call Sean Evans, zesty
I brawl some, test me, I fiend too much
Y’all some testes—ya be too nuts
Fake flag waving got me in a red rage
Lettin' birds fly like I’m workin' with a bent cage
Hit the PayPal if you’re tryna get the rent paid
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