Busta Rhymes

[Intro: Madi Serket]
Yeah I'm lookin' good today
I feel like Lil Wayne
I'm fresh to death might pass away

[Verse 1: Madi Serket]
I know a twink that's sellin crack
That boy must think that he Ronald Reagan
I'm writin all this poetry
But I'm not a pagan
It's Vespertine, don't got a CD, but I got a vinyl
I'm posted bumpin pinegrove
My heart locked up like Sagan
Travis Scott and Bon Iver
'Cause your girl want me naked
Sorry babe, I'm lined with body hair
Plus I'm already taken
I'm autistic, my boy's autistic
We both built like Rain Man
The rain is pouring, hard to find the opps
I'm yelling "JASON!"
Me and my partner chillin under the weather
Ain't talkin sickness though I'm the illest
I mean, we wearin' sweaters
Out in the snow, I gotta go, I'm on a roll
Fuck with me and you gon' see, I got the flow
And I'm and I'm and I'm and I'm
Killin' this shit, my heart blacker than licorice
Your lungs filled up with nic, and piss
Imma kill the rich and eat their corpses
Swim in their blood like a vampire porpoise
Paint my opp corpse like Homestuck trolls
And now their skin is so monochrome
Wrote these bars in the bathroom during class
Time almost up, I gotta go, I gotta go

[Verse 2: doin' fine]
When I was born they said "brace for faggotry"
But that's a moot point
Awww, what, I got you mad at me?
I'm a rude boy
What I'm pourin' came from the Caribbean
With a few joints
I spit raw, takin' casualties
Make him my chew toy
Bitch, it's Vriska and it's Serket
I get on the beat I murk it
Chef that shit like Curtis
Teriyaki lamb and I don't burn it
I went on tour with all my guys
I treat it like a touring circuit
You go on tour with all your clowns
It look like a touring circus, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Bitch, I'm really gourmet
Serve my verse to Bourdain
And dessert is my neck shit on sorbet
Pour imported Bernet
I think this shit from the 40's
But not pourin' 40's
All these rappers claiming Crash shit
Boy, I'm an All Star, I make a smash hit
You say you have the receipts, did you attach it?
'Cause I don't see shit, I think you an actress
I think you are not me (huh)
Uh, uh, uh
Shawty look like Ice Spice with that duh duh duh
Bitch I'm really down with the ooh, wah, ah, ah
But I dress like Jihyo, ooh, ah, ah, ah
Motherfucker
Cunt