WTF

(Verse 1)
Tall skinny ugly kid
Mock me and we’re talking fist
Walking with a funny limp
Man I’m out here here stalking shit
On that filthy money niche
Balling I get all this shit
I love being weird, That's my comfort And it’s awesome bitch
Sitting at home
With no motivation
Just a notebook and a pen with my mind racing
Usually I would just be sitting down waiting
But now I’m like murderous doctor
Bitch I don’t have no more patients, huh
I be writing and I work on my own
A fucking beast but I see some cheaters (cheetahs)
Chasing that dough (doe)
But to be honest with these raps
I’m over taking you clowns
They look at the kid and know he’s never going down
Hanging around
With a bunch of fucking problems that bug you
Like these kids talking now what has it come to
Talking about
“Yo man I got the straps and I’ll come through”
Wait a minute I have something for you
Um FUCK YOU
I’m putting on a show
So I’m giving all these seats
Must think I’m acrobatic with the way I’m flipping on these beats
Following trends is a craze see?
Im being myself and chilling and it’s driving them craz-y
Dropping bombs on these bitches like a marathon in Boston
Marbles are like those runners limbs
God you must have lost em
If you think that you’re battling me
I’m killing the cattle you see
No beef
I’m fucking dope
With that I’m adamant plz

These people really pissing me off man
All day everyday
Shit

(Verse 2)
I always wonder why I don’t have any enemies
Probably because they heard I’m crazy and I kill emcees
They say I don’t care about beats and Melodie’s
I’m as open minded as John f Kennedy literally
Trust I’m not gonna try to spit the fasted shit if you fuck with me I’ll find and kill you, make it look like an accident
And these people think I’m really fucking playing
Just cuz I’m rapping doesn’t mean I’m not serious with what I’m saying

Yo Calm the fuck down!

(Verse 3)
No I’m gonna fucking Spaz
And make these tracks
I don't give a damn if it makes people mad
I’ll say it again if not then you can play it back
And get attached
And if you don’t like me then you can kiss my ass
Bruh you’ll never be dope and all your raps are trash
I Don’t give a fuck anymore it’s rap I’m snapping at
All these people want to do now grab the bag
And fuck you you’re just sad cause you’re a

(Verse 4)
Yeah I’m beyond mad
God damn right More twisted and pissed off more than a Troncat
Sticking my dick and twitter users and the movers
I’ll be running into freedom tower screaming where the bombs at?!
Looking at these fools blow up
I’m embarrassed
Fucking ready to snap and I kid you not like a miscarriage
Don’t care for the hate I don’t listen to it much
I’ll Leave everybody screaming what the fuck
Wicked Mind