“STICK IN YOUR SPOKES” is the theoretical “end of the world”. This can be assumed due to the sample in the snetssk beat being a siren of sorts in the background.
With no real premise on what the song is about, asking “Do you even know what planet I’m on” can both refer to the world looking differen...
[Chorus]
Do you even know what planet I'm on?
Do you even know why I'm writing this song?
Start to believe it, you're going along
With the shit I rap 'bout, but don't hand me the bong
I don't smoke
Do you think that this shit is a joke?
Well it probably is, put a stick in your spokes
Lay you out on the pavement, your nose stayin' broke
[Verse 1]
Shut yo' ass up, kick rocks
Everybody going along, you get blocked
Tyin' up yo neck in a noose, a big knot
I'm hopin' by the end, all of your blood clots
That's tough, rap fast, can't see through my bluff
When I'm makin' money, I can't make enough
Gonna have to throw away this dumb luck
I don't even need it, I go off the cuff
Call me an asshole, I'm shittin' on fuckers
Sorry, that bar was disgusting, I'll suffer
The consequеnces, learn my lesson
Run it all back, bout to havе a recession
I'm gettin' angry, I'm lookin' like Benson
Mordecai, Rigby, regular session
Never forget it, but I gotta mention
That I am the king of the underground presence
Gotta give praise to the best
Shit, that's me, put the rumours to rest
I don't gotta testify, don't sit and jest
And laugh at the others who claim they could mess with the answer
Cut that shit out, call it cervical cancer
The way my words move, you could call me a dancer
This shit magnified, like on steroids, enhancer
I don't fuck with these bitches, I ain't no romancer
[Chorus]
Do you even know what planet I'm on?
Do you even know why I'm writing this song?
Start to believe it, you're going along
With the shit I rap 'bout, but don't hand me the bong
I don't smoke
Do you think that this shit is a joke?
Well it probably is, put a stick in your spokes
Lay you out on the pavement, your nose stayin' broke
[Verse 2]
I be eatin' shit up like McDonald's
Tell me she lovin' it, offered to swallow
But I pull that shit out, bitch, we ain't gon' doddle
I'll pay for the Uber, need you out here pronto
If you tryna catch my drift
The only thing you end up with is a fist
In your jaw, I'm such a lyrical kid
Flow I just wrote shouldn't even exist
Breakin' the laws of physics
Hopin' that soon, the lord forgive me
But if he doesn't, it don't really matter
Just changed my religion, I'm awfully picky
She wanna hit it, got time for the quickie
I fucked her then dipped, now I'm roamin' the city
Now 'nother bitch tryna come offer her kitty
Got clarity now, bitch, she swing and she miss me
Assassinate lyrics, I'm feelin' like Booth
Just got some bands, now I cop me a coupe
Sportin' a Lincoln, can't Ford what I'm thinkin'
Gotta put on these shades 'cus I'm feelin' too cool
This shit is gonna be such a disaster
This shit gon' be the first song on the platter
Keep my face hidden, don't want that shit plastered
I'm too damn good with rappin', I'm the master
STICK IN YOUR SPOKES was written by Biinjo.
STICK IN YOUR SPOKES was produced by Snetssk.
Biinjo released STICK IN YOUR SPOKES on Wed Aug 24 2022.