Pest Ctrl
Lyrics
I'm surprised your head just don't explode
Your necks a roll I'm pest control
Stomp a roach Won't carve your throat
Cause You'll die from High cholesterol
But sigh goodbye to My free time
Well I'm just fine and He's hurt
He'll grind to find each rhyme and line
With hours of bitch research
Shit besmirch
My face name Pace range
Like you Ain't plain
You taint stain you make claims
But You ain't Cain
Not able to obtain substance
You dope but like dumbness
A bum shit
Go plummet
Ego like your stomach
Way to inflated
You Think your bars the greatest
But cheesy how I grate it (grade it)
You see your style is basic never make it past the basement
I Think its time to face it rhymes not rounded like your face is
Get Lasik and see you got no shot
I Got this kid cracking like he's heating up a rock
Open that big beak up to talk and squawk
But that way you run to Oz
I know you talk to cops
With one shot give you issues like a comic series
I know I'm sick
Here's a tissue if you vomit near me
I'm high above you like a comet
Clearly
Bitch you suck turn this up
So your momma hear me
Take all that hate put your mind to your pen
Step to a disciple then pay for your sins
Your whole vibe is trash just stay in a bin
I already win cause I'm under your skin
Let me wrap this up
you got no presence flows re-gifted
I'm Ballin' like it's Christmas
Well you faker then saint Nick is
Try to find the difference
No P I guess you dickless
3.14 Pi Cause its infinite
Always Down to ride like the whip liquorice,
Its him Thin skinned
Likely to cry If I hit this bitch
His Name is a chicks Like the bish from one piece
But he's never had just one piece
As soon as lunch is done
Feast!
Workout is what this cunt needs
But his bars lack weight
So he Only runs his mouth
Out that lard fat face
Don't see artistry in your arteries
Cause all that fake
And I know you about to break
Cause of all that hate
Or is it all that Cake
You irate scary hoe
Trippin
Living on pipes and shrooms like mario
Go around spinning tails
Like merry go's
Get smacked
As I spit facts
Out the stereo
Stereo
I'm surprised your head just don't explode
Your necks a roll I'm pest control
Stomp a roach Won't carve your throat
Cause You'll die from High cholesterol
But sigh goodbye to My free time
Well I'm just fine and He's hurt
He'll grind to find each rhyme and line
With hours of bitch research
Shit besmirch
My face name Pace range
Like you Ain't plain
You taint stain you make claims
But You ain't Cain
Not able to obtain substance
You dope but like dumbness
A bum shit
Go plummet
Ego like your stomach
Way to inflated
You Think your bars the greatest
But cheesy how I grate it (grade it)
You see your style is basic never make it past the basement
I Think its time to face it rhymes not rounded like your face is
Get Lasik and see you got no shot
I Got this kid cracking like he's heating up a rock
Open that big beak up to talk and squawk
But that way you run to Oz
I know you talk to cops
With one shot give you issues like a comic series
I know I'm sick
Here's a tissue if you vomit near me
I'm high above you like a comet
Clearly
Bitch you suck turn this up
So your momma hear me
Take all that hate put your mind to your pen
Step to a disciple then pay for your sins
Your whole vibe is trash just stay in a bin
I already win cause I'm under your skin
Let me wrap this up
you got no presence flows re-gifted
I'm Ballin' like it's Christmas
Well you faker then saint Nick is
Try to find the difference
No P I guess you dickless
3.14 Pi Cause its infinite
Always Down to ride like the whip liquorice,
Its him Thin skinned
Likely to cry If I hit this bitch
His Name is a chicks Like the bish from one piece
But he's never had just one piece
As soon as lunch is done
Feast!
Workout is what this cunt needs
But his bars lack weight
So he Only runs his mouth
Out that lard fat face
Don't see artistry in your arteries
Cause all that fake
And I know you about to break
Cause of all that hate
Or is it all that Cake
You irate scary hoe
Trippin
Living on pipes and shrooms like mario
Go around spinning tails
Like merry go's
Get smacked
As I spit facts
Out the stereo
Stereo
Writer(s): Daniel F
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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