SpeedY GonzaleS

(Verse 1)

I'm going to be fucking up instrumentals every time that I'm stepping up onto the mic as I'm using it like a motherfucking weapon whenever I'm chopping it up in the booth
Like a motherfucking machine gun whenever I'm spitting it lyrical and immaculately, attacking the snakes in addressing the fake so I'm bringing 'em truth
So you better be kicking back and relaxing with a bag of the chips whenever I'm betting the house on the match of the cеntury as I'm knocking you out and chipping a tooth
And I'm finding the courage to be rhyming thе words that can be filing a 'suit and driving them loony because I can easily be intensing the youth
The motherfucker that you decided to be listening to is currently in the process of chopping it up and breaking it down in rippin the track into pieces
As everybody's commenting that I speed up the vocals and I'm faking the speed that I'm hitting like "He fracking the oil as good as he is"
Waking up to a "Magandang Umaga" in the morning and as I go to patayin ka I'm telling you "Magandang Gabi" and
All the lights in the stadium are shutting down because I'm receiving the power into my fingertips to deliver the chili as far as meaning that this'll be freezing his
Cojones, pendejos, better not be fucking with these flows
330 syllables, it's hard to even read those
Words like when you see a how a stream flows
In my mind, it's working hard, you see an ethos
Everyone's smoked out when I chop it like Crucified, but nowhere is a kilo
Of weed though, Imma snap like Thanos
Throw a chair in the air, kinda like how Steve goes
Berserk on the air, I will cosign a release, so
I'm gonna be coming back into the saddle of the Mustang as I deliver a verse and trash it to an oblivion as a motherfucking obligation
To all of the wacker versions of the rappers that everyone thinking is hitting the hardest compared to the lyrical people that should be receiving a nomination
Because everything that new rappers are doing is pissing me off and it's already past the extent of the intention of killing the track into obliteration
I wanna be airing the game out and penetrate the surface of it because it needs a good cleaning out on multiple levels like oxidation
Swipe down the counters kinda like Lysol wipes
Benefect, Clorox, Purell, like all types
Will be rid of COVID around me, don't whine and gripe
It ain't just noise when I'm spitting coz I have pipes
Not only for me to breathe but for you to lick my D
I have people that'll verify my clarity, peeps behind me
"You killed the beat!" Yeah you don't think I see?
Oh no, wait, it's still moving, back to kill, ig

(Verse 2)

Taking it slow this time coz of the condition of this mic
If I go on any longer, it'll be done with a quick strike
Of my hands across it like Chris Brown when he spiked Ri-
Hanna back in 2009, my dude, I was 6, like
How do I even know this? Streaked in my mind
Like steak being prepared on a grill, strike
The match to start the thing up, perfection when it's ribbed like
A veggie kebab, I played two tricks, PSYCH!!!
I'm gonna be spitting the lyrical venom into the veins of any of my opponents that're choosing to oppose to the motherfucker with the name of Speedy Gonzales
Because as a matter of facts, I obliterated a person because of this situation to be proving a motherfucking point because apparently these hittas ain't messing
With the likes of me any longer than they ever should be because I'll be leaving em confuzzled to the point to where they're falling on they ass
And I can't even believe that a lot of these stupid motherfuckers are trying to be promoting themselves on Instagram or any of those redes sociales
Ah! I can't take any more of this bullshit that people are spitting
Like a wet t-shirt, this somehow isn't hard to get
Off of my chest and I don't care if you're uncomforta-
-ble to not use a scope like when I'm targeting
Your bitch by the toothpaste when she in the aisles
Cleaning her mouth out, cleaning her mouth out, I have to say it twice
Because you gotta stop with the fake gangsta attitude, keep rolling a pair of dice
Up in Chicago where the temps are cool y'know, dream of paradise
Yeah I know that I was off beat
I needed to dry these bars off with a cloth sheet
……...
Now I can pour the rest of them in like concrete
Solidifying my place as an underground rapper whenever I'm coming and attacking the people that're wacker
Than I am, unless if its cool to say "Imma smack her
Upside of her motherfucking face" and in other cases it'll be fine if I devoted any of my time into anything other than being a human thesaurus
That's what it really takes to be a rapper

(Verse 3)

Last coupla things that I need to say before I get off of this track goes through
Congratulations, you decided to stick to this song, though
You couldn't hear half the words that took me no time, it took you
Like five-ever to read but if you kept up, lucky you
No I ain't tired yet, wheels go around like a bus do
Knife goes in, guts go out, same with blood spew
Out of your system, okay last thing I wanna do
Is say fuck you!