Y.O.T.B

Take one, take one
Aye, yeah, aye, yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm stabbing shabby rappers in their Adam's apple
Spazzing on the track and then I'm back to laughing at you
I'm attacking those who acting like they actually wanna battle
Just to see they're weak and plead to me to ease the heat I handle
My brain's current state is a mess
I'll say fuck to your face and then blame fake Tourettes
Only fucks that I gave is when you say you ain't impressed
Placing bets that you hate cause you secretly hate yourself
I'm bout to start name dropping like I'm Epstein
Bet these bitches pitch is flat as fucking frisbees
Let's see, I'm giving rappers jays laced with Aids and razor blades so they complain and I can say that that's perplexing
I'm on my Eric Cartman shit dawg
Lit your apartment on some Tyler Durden shit dawg
I'm the one who started burning, sparked with what I spit dawg
Shit's raw and if you think not then lick cock and dick sauce
Yeah aye, I used to be an outcast
Now I'm such a big boy, I just stole 3 grand
I don't give a shit, goy gotta get his cheese stacked
Calling me a dick cause they're really tryna beat that

Yeaaah, Y.O.T.B
Alright I'm going back in
Yeah, aye, yeah, aye

[Verse 2]
They don't want me but they need me like I'm batman yeah
So raw turned to pork, I'm going that ham yeah
Motherfuckers all faker than a skank tan yeah
I see through you pussies I don't need a cat scan yeah
They all waiting for some beef like it's a steak out
Don't mistake, the stakes are higher than a baked scout
They want smoke, probably choke like their bae's mouth
Driving by their bae's house, something like a take out
Something like a take out?
All they do is take dick
I've been feeling like a gorilla, I'm going ape shit
I've been hearing slithers in the lawn, that's the snake hiss
I've been killing everything I speak on like I make hits
Yeah and you ain't know a lot
I'm spitting fire, why the flow is hot
I'm the lighter of the cannon shot
Funny how these coward's milking every photo op
Got you thinking he's expired, how I'm going off
Backhanded, all their compliments are highly fake
Watch me get face tatted just to spite my face
They made at him, yelling spelling, that's a kind of rage
You can tell they're capping when they type in fucking uppercase