Jarv Hardly Bargains

[Verse]
Here I am rockin' in the place to be
Plain to see nate's hate made vacancies
Opinionated to the death of me, never sellin' my recipe
Enemies gotta' understand their shit just ain't impressin' me
Snappy, happily rap crap sporadically
Half of the maggot brain contains insane cavities
Mad at me? Why bro? Oh, I think I know
My flows dope to the isotope
Paint a picture, vivid imagery, Jarvy never stuttering
Pardon me, but I'm summoning part of another uttering
Farting on your mother, me- hardly in my dungarees
Hardly trying to stick it, I'm busy boppin a butter beat
Harder than butter bean hits
One hand on your mom's tits, the other on my face
So damn dope, yeah- I'm so damn cool
Pompous, talk shit, biggest dick in the school
New school? Fuck that, old school, blunt wraps
Break beats, boom-bap, fake cats get punked, smacked-
Straight down to the ground when I pound the sound
I'm bound to mound clowns, when I'm wound I've found-
That I got a lot of fire, tryin' to send it down the mountain
Roll away the dew and let loose on who's doubtin'
Dudes' crowdin' 'round me, I'm startin' a militia
And sorry little buddy, we ain't tryin' to get witcha
Chillin' atcha mom's in a pair of silk draws
She let me hit it raw; Perks of menopause
Flip side- She dry, but I lubed it up wit' mayo
Dude's like, "Nate, you crazy" and I'm like, "Whatchu' say, bro?"
Huh? Wanna repeat dat? Wanna be dat cat widda glass jaw
Gettin beat fast witcha' weak ass?
React; smack. Now I'm on my ass
Scoopin up my teeth with a smile, Tyler durden style
Split persona, name of Derek
So goddamn sick and dope you cannot bear it
Come and get it if you really plan to manage
The damaging blows, foes go bro, no don't, he's dope, you know
The kid's sick, you've heard this before
Get 46 chicks with 4 sticks of orbit
Uhhhhh-dicted to corn chips and porn flicks, steady storm chicks wit more dick than Horus
Granted I'mma take it then I slam it, abandonin' anybody thinking that they could be better than Derek
But why they starin' at me bro? It's like I'm putting on a show
I mean I'm showing mother-fuckers they should never try to flow
And if they do, I'll spew, if they don't, then I won't
Either way you know that if you get me goin', I'll be blowin'
Mad steam at any team who be defeating the purpose
You better steal your mom's purse cause your verse was worthless
I get a bit of this and then a bit of that, I pitter-pat upon the roof and then I break through in a ski mask, with a bean bag in my pants, tryin' to rest it on your chin, Jarv hardly bargains
Shall we begin?