Theze Rapperz

[Intro]
FiringSquad
Z
Huh

[Verse 1: Z]
Look I'm tired of these rappers
They go Yami in the origami
I probably force salami on they mommies if the whore was on me
They more punani than a sloppy from a porky blondie
I'm torches chopping when my orphans breaking portions calmly
My folks who know me better get some sharks to run up on me
They Katana till they gun his bodies and rotty talk that gutter oddly
I work wasabi through they posse to make me punch a shawty
Maneuver with my brothers watching for bitches
I ain't talking thotties
Smoking broccoli, hustle poppy like I'm breaking toffee
Caking off this choppy like I'm talking with a side of coffee
I'm sitting stalky, swinging Rockies, better slide up by me
I'll slap you just for riding cocky
Small problems, the size of jockies
Whore you're not enough for fucking naughty
I'll knock your head off if you try to top me
You stretch 'em out like street pilates
To see the side of ya
I only speak to bodies that meat is riding
I'll feed the ridees that speaking Gandhi
Peace 'em out if they sleeping on me
I'm Rick and Morty off a 40
Tell a different story
He speaking trigonometry to a zombie feature
Just listen for it
They mis-informative, they beefing
Then I'll split the foreman
Shocking like this shit was storming
Endorphins won't be sitting dormant

[Chorus: Z]
I think these rappers out they fucking mind
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I think these rappers out they fucking mind
I think these rappers out they fucking mind
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I think these rappers out they fucking mind
Line 'em up I lay 'em down
They don't fuck with minds
I think these rap
I think these rap
I think these rappers out they fucking minds
Fucking minds
Fucking minds
Fucking minds

[Verse 2: Z]
Look I'm tired of these rappers
They gon' bore me and the chopping gory
I'm hostile till I top a 40
Picasso with a knocker story
They rocking for me like they cooking up a ball of snorty
Imposters dorky
Pistol boring like a lion snoring
Iron core be working overtime supplying torture
Converted into size
Earnings and pie farming when fire swarm me
The fire warm me, no need to warm me I'm used to it
I chew fluent and brief fluent
Piraña movement
Somebody get me to swim in the water I chewing outside of the bone gristle
Pop pop when the song ripple
Off top like a hoe whistle
Nobody talk it like Z do
I be igloo with a flow pistol
They sea through I eat food like seafood
Get the instant meat
T-t-talking like I slap ya when any scenery don't think
I-I-I'm only in this rap and my homies clapping like don't blink
Saluting to the captains, I'm nation-mapping off two feet
Probably got here moving through sewer gutters that do speak
I speak freak
And I beat beaks when I drink drinks
They think sneaking my team blink and the thing speak
They bring beef and I butcher blocks till the thing bleed
That boy bar, no stool unless the shit breath
Shit please, hope they tempt me leaving ten feet
Spin bling when the tray swing and I send heat
Don't let me in the studie, I do my duties and bitch leave
Fucking on the game
This brain
Not with the shit scenes

[Chorus: Z]
I think these rappers out they fucking mind
(I think)
(I think)
(I think)
(I think)
(I think)
(I think)
(I think)
(I think)
I think these rappers out they fucking mind
I think these rappers out they fucking mind
(I think)
(I think)
(I think)
(I think)
(I think)
(I think)
(I think)
(I think)
I think these rappers out they fucking mind
Line 'em up I lay 'em down
They don't fuck with minds
I think these rap
I think these rap
I think these rappers out they fucking minds
Fucking minds
Fucking minds
Fucking minds