Mesodermis

(Papa Sleep)
All you rappers on some wack shit
You Need some practice
You a cadet I'm a captain (rank up)
Better just check if you got any passion (y'all wack)
Go back to Hollywood cause you just plastic (you ain't a rockstar)
Me and Nick up to no good push you in a locker take your rhyme book (give me that)
None of you proper
We fucking show stoppers
Get dumb every night with the coppers (fuck 12)
While you sit at home
Rap like you sell bricks but you just don't (fake)
Rule of thumb is fuck off
Do my taxes with a sawed off
Boutta shoot your dick off (bye bye)
It's a stick up unless you got a use for that Glock
You a fucking high school loser I'm a jock
Dead on sight always on top
Your bones brittle like you got osteoporosis (you're Sick!)
Put rappers on some comatose shit
Your flow is atrocious yours multis are bogus you rap like you diagnosed with multi sclerosis (get help)
Openly hoping somebody goes back in time and forms your abortion (bye bye)
Fuck a self portrait
Only out for the wealth better forfeit
It's sleep then it's nick blunt force to your neck then we run with your shit skrt off on in the whip we sick of your clique

(NoGoodNik)
Enemies rottin in lockers (davy jones)
Get rocked by the jocks its
Only logical
Sleep and Nik are botherin the quote unquote future doctors
Sayin “I’ll be your boss” its
Improbable
When our pen hit the paper, we put a stop to your chronology
When your head hits the pavement, thats where it’ll always be
Its comedy when y’all come to freestyle wit the best
Then its just nominatin which fuckin line we hate less
Y’all just bitter that we wreckin while we top of the class
Matter fact I reckon yall just hate the way that we act
Sorry that we’re takin charge of the class of 20XX
Best Dressed and whatever awards come next
Fuckin up your jaw like its your first shave
Give ya a necktie for your birthday
Then we hide the body like an expert thinkin we some amateurs but the way we scattered the dirt it ain't our first grave
Hurt ya
GONNA BURN A TRAPPER KEEPER
First ya
BEST KNOW YOU AINT A RAPPER EITHER
Pre writin all your verse’s for the cypher ain't a hypebeast
Go back to stealin multis from the comments on some “type” beats

Sleep been fuckin plottin while im fuckin up your plot
You ain't learnin from 5 knuckle remedials
You dont fight back just do as you are fuckin taught
Don’t fuckin write back, just bask in all you wrought
When we robbin, you gon keep it hush hush
We we mobbin you gon get fuckin bullrushed
When we robbin, you gon keep it hush hush
We we mobbin you gon get fuckin bullrushed