NOODLES

[skit #1]
Do you want something to eat nigga?
Nah i just ate some instant noodles bro
Awh nigga you buggin
I ain't got no money nigga
Oh aight then

[Verse 1]
Up Saturday night and I'm eating noodles
Watchin cartoons just vibing you know the usual
I'm watchin haikyuu while haikus fill up that pad again
Dont hype dude cuz if I slide through it'll be his last offence
His passive pen will get thrown out with
All the trash in bins
And baseheads will find it and sell it quick for the highest bid
And use the chips to go buy some sniff to get high as shit
Ain't pirating your spits all that lying shit clouds my sinuses
I'm nice like when all yam juice and mac & cheese collide
You nice like when the collard green juices start hitting every side
They know I spit it precise the mics getting very live
Lullabies inside rhymes I write concise when it's suppertime
Go to my nigga nans crib and get yourself a plate
She cooking every sunday be wide awake when its time to face
The fate that imma lay praises be to the author
I caught ya slippin using everything that I taught ya
Often offin niggas offering the softer bargain have a conference call with all I've stocked in coffins
Be quiet I want silence when teach is talking
Somebody call smokey for all the trees niggas sparking

[skit #2]
Come on bruh there gotta be something you wanna eat bro
Nah i can't just eat nowhere cause some places dont even got sprite bro
My nigga what? you just bein difficult right now
Nah bro i ain't bein difficult yo niggas just ain't tryna hear me out
Well you fucking up all the [?] cause nigga im hungry nigga
Ah yea whatever

[Verse 2]
(Draggin/dragon) feet come with fire and wings thats word to spyro
My hieroglyphics hard to comprehend just like a gyro
Or gyro fuck it I'm hyped like why would I lie tho
You mans type slow thinking you out rhyming a psycho
Slice foes on a tight rope might go to get ice bro
I flow nice like black mike jack at an open mic show
With sly flows sweet like cinnamon rolls
On a night cold as a fat nigga that just got lipo after chewing an ice cone
Ight tho
Decieving like ranch dressing on salad
Most dimes believing their man is testin these ballads
Can't be stressing the cappin
Ambien left in cabinets get swallowed before I let you get testy when I'm bout the action
My faction
Full of samurai and shadow boxers
Yakuza members are ruthless get two fist for ya conscious
Walking alone this pain that we feeling is always constant
Banging and slanging profits the city owes us in boxes
What's the option when you brought up in all this nonsense
Causing trouble
Then be on the block steady stalking
Apallin flows get tossed Imma kill em if he spit awkward
Omae wa mou shindeiru i just get to walking