Lyrical miracles!

[Intro: Vinyl Vintage]
Uh,it's Vinyl Vintage,Who Knows and Sip-Hop Junior
We got this b*tch,huh

[Verse 1: Sip-Hop Junior]
Yeah,I'm right when I say I got an appetite
So hungry that I am petite
Meet these niggas called Defeat
We can go toe-to-toe like the feet of Big Show or Big Foot
That mean I'm too big for your boots
You should reboot before I abouse you like drugs and alcohol
I'm as dope as drugs and I got flow like alcohol
I'm in the hall like I'm 'bout to praise God
Praise God so you can get what I got
Technical raps make me seem like a robot
I finish you just like a dot
Diss y'all 'til you rot like what a worm does
I'm repeated like a chorus
Get outta here don't bore us

[Verse 2: Vinyl Vintage]
Typical nutrition 'cause ain't a politician and I got the repetition 'cause it's good for competition
It's the limited edition of the revolution
It's a bed,go get a cushion in the club
Oh yeah,we pushin'
Vinyl Vintage in this b*tch
Yeah,I heard you a snitch
F*ck you up in a ditch
Funeral service imma pitch into school
Yeah,we teach up high
Yeah,we pitched
Stompin' on ya like a peach or a leach
You just know I'm top-ish
Never talk english
You just know I sell fish,so I am selfish
You just know how we do it
Mess with me,you're a stupid
Mess with me,you will [?]
Yeah,you're stupid
'Cause you know I got a gun
I am hotter than the sun
You just know I can have a daughter or maybe a son 'cause we...

[Hook: Vinyl Vintage]
In here with Who Knows
That nigga with two h*es
Not one,but two bros
That b*tch got six toes
Forget her cornrows
Sittin' here with three foes
Yeah nigga,that's my bros
Woke up with two souls

[Verse 3: Who Knows]
I love money,and live fancy,(Fancy)
F*ck anybody who flippin' hates me
'Cause I'm beginning,start
Kill a nigga large
You just know I flippin' do it
Give a gun,I'll flippin' use it (blast!)
Shot a nigga in the head,I am flippin' dead
You just know Who Knows,I'm good,but I done [?] bad
Oh,this is Who Know,h*e
You just know I love three h*es though
You just know I got six toes...no!
Everybody say I want my dick to blow
Good job
Everybody say I knew stuff
People say I got beef
Motherf*cker I'm flippin' raw
You just know I'm hotter than summer
Colder than the winter
You just know I'm a flippin' winner
Ain't a beginner
Eat a nigga for dinner
You just know I hate beef 'cause I'm a f*cken vegeterian
Kill a nigga,kill a nigga right now
You just know I'm super funny,yes I am a black clown

[Hook: Vinyl Vintage]
In here with Who Knows
That nigga with two h*es
Not one,but two bros
That b*tch got six toes
Forget her cornrows
Sittin' here with three foes
Yeah nigga,that's my bros
Woke up with two souls

[Verse 4: Vinyl Vintage]
We a crew
Only here 'cause of you
You be staring 'cause we flew up in space
Yeah,we flew
Look down on me,here's a pool
Lookin' at us,yeah we cool
Movin' like what bullets do
On point like a hook
Local hip-hop,I'm a tool
Don't be staring 'cause you'll drool

[Verse 5: Who Knows]
For a pool
You just know I go to school
You're a fool
You just know I need it too
You just know Who Knows,I kill a river,I can kill a pool
Everbody say I did it
You just know I'm 'bout to do it
You just know I flippin' use it
Mess with me,it just means you're a stupid
I do it magic,tragic
People say,man I'm elastic
You just know I'm pulling like electric static
Everybody say I'm a magnet
You just know I'm going big like titanium going in sync
You just know Who Knows,man you must read my instict 'cause we...yeah
I got blood in my genes
Wash it out,no blood in my jeans
Who Knows,I'm from the street
I'm going super high but I don't need no weed 'cause we do it
Did it
Laugh at my competition,you just know I just do it
I am a white kid,I flippin' know
But,you just know I'm not a...
A black foe

[Hook: Vinyl Vintage]
In here with Who Knows
That nigga with two h*es
Not one,but two bros
That b*tch got six toes
Forget her cornrows
Sittin' here with three foes
Yeah nigga,that's my bros
Woke up with two souls