Rhymin’ God

(Skinny_G)
I’m bored
And my dick is stiff as a board
I couldn’t afford no ford
They say i’m artistic (Nah) i’m optimistic

(Itzyagirl_Katie)
If i fall asleep, never wake up out this bed
Tell my momma that i love her
Wish my family all the best
I don’t wanna see you cry
Momma please don’t ever cry
So if i die before i wake
That's the only reason why-

(Skinny_G)
That’s the reason why
I’m the guy that goes by
Smokin' dope and gettin' high
Pull up my fly and throw the bitch out
I’m sleepin' on the couch
I got a condom in my pouch
Now no one would reach out
Get prepared to get laced
Throw my dick at your face
Now i’m a disgrace
So i’m carrin' a briefcase

(itzyagirl_Katie)
17 shadеs of pain
And the first one’s for the famе
Lord knows that they be miserable
With millions it’s a shame
The second one’s for the poor
The ones sleepin' on the floor
The ones that got no money
So they goin' door to door

(Skinny_G)
Drop kick you hit the floor
I’m not showin' you no remorse
I’m higher than my roof kick you wit' my boot
Kissin' in the booth now you losin' all your tooth

(itzyagirl_Katie)
It’s all for nothing, everything I’ve done
Drowning underwater, thinking what have I become
I can’t feel a think, fuck, I think I’m going numb
Maybe I’m insane, I’m just not singin’ for fame

(itzyagirl_Katie)
Baby, if life was a movie
I’d be your favorite actor
You’d be my favorite scene
You’d be my favorite chapter
My eyes never left the screen
Cause i saw you, the one i’d been after
I could watch you, over and over
Filled my life with laugher
And if life was a book
You’d be my favorite author
I’d read your words night and day
And i would never bother to leave
You the only book i would want to read(yeah, yeah)
And if life was a song, this would be my favorite song
I wrote this when you were gone, wondering when you coming home (if you coming home)
You’ve been gone hella long, and i’ve been all alone (yeah)
You used to be my comfort zone
Used to be my one and only I wanna hold
Remember, you would wanna hold me, falling in your arms..
So i fell for you..
If you think I’m crazy
You are right
Do you wanna see my darker side?
Try me again, and you just might
I’m petty
If you try me once, you’ll try me twice
Is testing my patience worth your life
Im joking (or am i?)
I guess we’ll see
Cut up his balenciaga’s
Or break his 2k
Push his Ac out the window
It’s the only way! (and him too, maybe)
Ladies, when you’ve had enough
Fuck him up and break his stuff
911, he’s selling drugs
Messy, be messy, messy, i can get messy
Messy, be messy, messy, i can get messy
What will it be?!

(Skinny_G)
(Yeah)
Haha
Just wait tie your shoes before you get laced
Better prepared to embrace a fist to the face
Yeah I feel like an disgrace but I’m winnin’ this fuckin’ race
Y’all say I’m racist y’all say I’m the gayest
But I’m playin’ Mathers playlist
And I don’t have too vaguest all of my child fear
While I’m here I might become your child fear
But everytime I walk past they say I’m their biggest fear
Can you hear me I’m loud and clear (Haaaaa)
I’m in the top tier can’t beat me haven’t dropped a tear
Yeah I’m in the rap game but I might lose some fame
But that’s okay I’m not gonna blame
The one’s wearin’ Golden chain (Maybe)
She Turns me over wippin’ my ass with a switch
But Bitch that turns me on
Talkin’ like you a snitch lookin’ like donkey kong
I think I’m gettin’ hungry
It’s time to feed the beast
Put these rappers on a plate I’m cleanin’ all my teeths
I’m feelin’ deceased but at least I ceased to unleash the beast
Praise the priest and spittin’ venom
Fill em’ with adrenaline and fuckin’ Marilyn
But I’m malevolence and puttin’ poison into medicine
Y’all wishin’ I wasn’t vicious and fishin’ I’m listenin’
I’m cleansin’ all mortals sins goin’ to prison
And more the man goin’ home pullin’ in
KIllin’ Horace mann fuckin’ these whores again
It’s like forensic gettin’ sick of New Orleans
Pull the pin throw over the fence
Now this is the end of the head you suckin’
This isn’t Music to be Murdered by
But I’ll implied all the wise guys
Eatin’ pussy like chicken fried rice
Devourin’ her soul eyes turnin’ white
And I might fight Mike Tys I’m seein’ the bright light
I’m a die tonight
Your mom played with my ding dong
She devoured it all ticklin’ my balls
It’s a spank rod and I’m a rhymin’ god