WHERE MY MELODIES AT!?

[Part I]

[Intro]
Yo, I just wanted to say a quick but important thing before I start
(Don't shoot!)
You ain't shit, you'll never be shit
And I'll always be better than you, hehe
Anyway (Yuh)
Ahem, listen to this

[Verse 1]
Do you deserve this crown, huh?
Do you deserve this mansion or this house, huh?
C-c-can you sit by yourself and be proud of yo' work?
Get the fuck up out my DM, bitch, we not finna work
I don't wanna be around you or your suitcase of dirt, pussy
Please, if you wanna stay right in these
I suggest that you get down on yo' knees
Maybe squeeze on my nutsack
I ain't finna diss you, I won't buss back
Not even a rapper goin' home and take the bus back 'cause fuck rap
Can I even spit shit without being corny?
'Cause if you try to be like someone else, you're seen as boring (You are)
All these rappers sound like someone else, they see me snoring (Ahh)
And can these rappers talk to minors without being horny?
Like, how you finna be a rapper? You ain't seen a .40
You creepy, touchin' lil' babies, you ain't being quirky
You see that yappa on my hip, you finna meet reporters
So many opp packs on my house, now I look like a hoarder
So many opp packs on the table, that shit tipping over
Got so much loud pack in my studi', stank face at the odor
This credit hurtin', that boy stay fixed at the fuckin' order
My tires skirtin', all my homies stay face at the motor
They tell me all my tracks are fire, swear I ain't been colder
I'm in the studi' smoking gas, that's why I ain't been sober (Yeah)
I'm walkin' up inside yo' crib, look like a supernova (Yeah)
I'm blowing up inside this bitch, yeah, this shit far from over

[Interlude]
(Ahem)
Hello, this is Clout Customer Service, how may I help you?
Hey, uh, I just wanted to check if I'm still clouted?
Yeah, lemme just check the logs real quick
Hmm, ISSBROKIE
Oh, wow, you have a lot of clout actually
You're not gonna be falling off anytime soon, man
Heh, oh, well, yeah, I know—, I'm the fucking goat

[Part II]

[Verse 2]
Ayy, (huh)
Shoutout my boyfriend, that boy is a baddie
He better than you, I ain't slidin' no addy
Might fuck him and dip to go hang out with Sandy
In fact, I be flippin' a pack like a patty
Yo' bitch wanna fuck, I'ma ghost her like Danny
She won't suck me off, I'ma fuck through the panties
Hit her from the back, I'ma hit her while standin'
Hit her from the back 'till that bitch is not standin'
I-I whip out my dick and she call it outstandin'
But BROKIE be feminine, bitch got me pendin'
Yo, my dick is feminine, bitch, I'm not manly
I stay with some demons like Billy or Mandy
I'm really a demon, I put that on family
I stay in a mask like I'm askin' for candy
I stay in a mask all the time, it's uncanny
I stay wit' a Mac, you know I be blowin'
My diamonds are so shiny while I'm recordin'
Lil' bitch, it's young BROKIE, you know that's the slogan
My bitch is a doll, SuperMarioLogan
I'm cookin' shit up in the stu' like Chef Pee Pee
I feel like a chef, but I cook with my peepee
My diamonds is shinin' on me 'cus they ViVi
I make him come ASAP, feel like RiRi
I'm done with that gay shit
No, you cannot get a placement
Sike, I ain't done wit' the gay shit
BROKIE be sprayin' all up on yo' mans
He makin' me scream, I might go super saiyan (Ahh!)
Fuckin' that bitch with a Glock in my hand
Yo' bitch want a pic of me signin' her tits, she a fan
I might walk up to yo' bitch again
This time I ain't playin', she lookin' like, "Damnnn... Damn, you fine"

[PART III]

[Interlude]
(Shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch, you smell like cheese)
This is the last beat switch I promise
(I'm fucking never doing another no-melody song ever in my life)
(This shit fucking sucks)
Yeah, (Fuck you, Xarry), yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
Shout-out to Xarry, I'm livin' like Larry
I'm stormin' the castle, I feel like Die Perry
Might hop on yo' track and just carry
I might put some blood on his body like Carrie
M-Mask on my face, kinda look like Jim Carrey
I'ma knock a brotha out, One Punch like Aries
I'ma hit him in the jaw, his water I carry
Walk into his crib, gotta C-2 for this
Ayy, let's go
I'ma run up on that boy I feel like Jes
I wanna fade him in the chest
I'm gonna make it from the back, then I'ma rob him
Yeah, I was waitin' for the bag that I was takin'
Finna run up with a blade and grab a K out the muhfuckin' back, bitch
I'm finna run it, bitch
Take all yo' riches, I'm takin' your drip and yo' muhfuckin' cabbage
I'm finna cuddle yo' bitch, she wan' suck on my dick 'cause she know I'm the muhfuckin' baddest
Wait-wait, wait-wait, wait-wait, huh
I'm finna wake up, get my ass ate
Get my haircut, need some champagne
Need a buff boy, make my back break
Good luck, boy, you ain't gettin' the digits
I'd rather be fuckin' a retarded midget
I keep me a Glock, I'ma aim at yo' feet
Up-up-up in San Fran' doin' shows in the city
It's KARMAMOB shit, you know we the committee
Wake up in the mornin', I feel like P. Diddy
You think you the G.O.A.T, but I already did it
And I'm already goated, yo' music too shitty
Yeah, I'm really the GOAT and I really be rich
I might keep it afloat, I ain't textin' the bitch
I'ma put it on go, she gon' drive to the crib
Little bitch, it's young BROKIE, might fuck on yo' bitch
BROKIE

[Outro]
"I- I miss the old BROKIE, this new BROKIE fuckin' fell off, dude"
"Like, b- v- BROKIE doesn't even do no melodies anymore, bro, like"
"When are you gonna join Spider Gang, bro?"