Fabulist Freestyle

[Verse 1]
Sick and tired of the same talk
Everybody yappin bout they fuckin lame block
(Whats yo block got?)
Not shit shut the fuck up bitch
Talkin bout a stick maybe a water gun bitch
Please for the love of god shut your fuckin mouth
Ain't a person on this planet tryna hear that shit you spout
I’m just tellin you this to try and help you out
(Without a doubt)
Yeah we the hotbox robots
Homie playin Roblox
Got about half an ounce hid it inside my tube socks
Lil cruk throwin big rocks yeh (x2)

[Verse 2]
Been, a been, a been, a been, a bitch
Swear you mental
You dont got the capacity to own up to your shit like a rental
Bish im comin back like hair metal
Everybody wanna fuck wit me ion let em
And i told that motha fucka dont come back around unless you really Stuntin on em mow a motha fucka down just for fuckin nothin
And at the end of the day you motha fuckas bluffin
Talkin bout some muffins when its all just turkey stuffins
Yellow belly like some mustard
Thats yo bitch dont wanna touch her
No opinion you can muster
Spread your lies just like hot butter
Walk right in i start to mutter
Eye contact you cannot utter
A single word without stutter
Crooky cleanin clutter
Give me props
Flexin like the rock on top
Aesop, Author of the crop sweatshop
Chop Chop, cruky grindin hard won't stop
I been feelin a bit down cause i been livin a lot