Crutch

[Verse 1]
So when did nihilism turn cool
Im dropping outta school
Dropping songs for all the mules
You outta pocket fool
Talking tough i bring the tool
It ain't a gun i wield a bat call me Babe Ruth
My dick a saber tooth
Tiger munching on a moose
Choose what you gonna do
Niggas always talking like they ain't got nothing else to do
I poo in your fucking food
Drag your ass across the room
Pussy acting stupid
Lucid visions of my fucking foot

Kick em in the head
Another dead brain walking
Yall too busy whining
Everybody likes the talking

[Hook]
Im a knick knack stalking on the shelf
So quit your squawking
Im a cursed doll chomping on your wool
And broken bodies
Better keep me talking
Fore i fucking stop your walking
You on youtube beats but you swear youre fucking climbing up
X2

[Verse 2]
Bitch i slide from the back
Look towards your front
Im coming backwards
Bitch you better give up
With all the flexing
Up and nexting
Bitch i wish you good luck
Dont give a fuck about your plays and such
That shit is a crutch
Its a must
To be a dick in this shit, fucking it up

It ain't hard to stop the peeking and the plagues you start
It ain't tough to break the little shitty gains that you work
Everyday to build an image that youre bound to give up
Youre a crutch
Youre a crutch
Bitch you were made to give up

Go head and make this shit more easy for you
Cus everybody rapping trap beats and dropping out school
Go head and make your shitty songs about a stick and tool
Every weekend every month you sending shots at your dukes

Every song sound the same and now youre stuck in a rut
Youtube producers tryna cancel you, and stomp on your nuts
Your whole collective falling off, and you ain't giving no fucks
Ain't like you knew em anyway, you only entered for looks