Classic
Lyrics
Bitch I'm back with another rap sixteen if that shit
Get set ready blast off like a rocket ship
Up to the moon and back
Don't like my raps? That's too bad
Not a flying fuck dammit top class after fact
Charismatic acid rap I'll snatch and grab a bag of crap
Then smack your mother fucking ass back to your habitat
Parents trap when bros be mad
I can't help but laugh at them
Tuck your tiny egos in kids I've been rapping since
The fresh prince taught me how to drop lock and beatbox
Back when pop and rock and roll and boy bands were still hot
I was bumping 2Pac, Wu-Tang, Kris Kross
You got Justin Bieber on a loop while you jerk off
Terrible with ladies till the age of fourteen
Then I started getting pussy like five days a week
I'm absurd bit obscene not obscure just unique
When I speak bitch shut the flying fuck up and think
Dropping classics asses absinthe and acid
Doctor I can rap sick on a mic I'm a gat shit
Down like a buckshot click-clack pow
Sub-Rok Records motherfucker what's up now
Dropping classics asses absinthe and acid
Mister climatic on the mic static gat shit
Down like a buckshot click-clack pow
Fox hip to the hop nonstop year-round
When I step within this zone I launch the mind like a catapult
With zero time to reinforce your walls for thy cannonballs
Rhyme Squad kill them all but fox loot bodies
Mutilate then decorate your corpse with sticks rocks and holly
Mob like Maggi Gotti via alleys in this city where
Pretty come seldom but cute come gritty
Witty silly on the really low down like the ceiling
On ground thanks to punching down them walls with a Sebring
State heavyweight kid make no mistake
I'll beat fuck out the drum set stomp out the bass
Shit get real hectic topple towers when I flip this
Whip out then roll about the town mighty vicious
Shit list? Please bitch I'll be making hit lists
Wrist slitting emcees taken all my business
Fuck a wish list I'll write up a diss list then go
Beast mode and then explode into tidbits
Dropping classics asses absinthe and acid
Doctor I can rap sick on a mic I'm a gat shit
Down like a buckshot click-clack pow
Sub-Rok Records motherfucker what's up now
Dropping classics asses absinthe and acid
Mister climatic on the mic static gat shit
Down like a buckshot click-clack pow
Fox hip to the hop nonstop year-round
Writer(s): Gentry Fox
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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