Youtube Rapper Lyrics - Token

Yeah, when I was younger, I didn't know what to do with myself 

Freestyle to freestyle, proving myself 

Started focusing on the mission more than spitting 

But the feeling that I was missing was the one to kill everybody else 

And I'm not violent, I just need to be protected now (Yeah) 

My boy just got himself a little pistol, he might shoot it at you 

Who am I after? Anyone I gotta stick or put on my pupu platter 

Used to chatter but I get way too much pussy to be a YouTube rapper 

Shoot you actors 

Rap with the way Hulu captures with a Jew crewmaster 

Doo-doo, blast your block with a K 

Cuckoo clappers from the SooWoo chapter (Yeah) 

Tell me how you wanna do it, should I nuke you bastards? 

Or, should I go and get 'em with a Count Dooku slasher, do you faster? 

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Who'd you rather go against? 

I control the web like a computer hacker 

I been abusin' rappers since animal crackers and Chutes and Ladders 

Put 'em in a comatose and I'm goin' 

ghost, feel like I'm cool with Casper 

Torture everybody 

Put 'em in a group on camera like it's a ooVoo gather 

Why they gotta choose me to try hoot to Mathers? 

Guess I'm the truth and I boost to Zeus, who's gassin' 

But buku flashers on social media say I juke truth backwards 

Fuck your boots loose with a duke shoot smasher, I'm solid 

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I just demolish, please tell the pilot I switch the climate 

I'm way too cold, I'm two degrees, it's like I'm switching college 

But ain't no need for school if guns 

can teach you trigonomics (Bah, bah) 

Curb stomp the only way I'm kicking knowledge 

I don't preach, ladies say, "I love you," when you sort of poppin' 

You take them for their word and then 

they take you for your wallet (Thank you) 

How many syllables can he fit within a second with no content? 

Use your own logic, no comment (Ha ha) 

No more violence 

I just kill 'em to enjoy the silence 

I got my hand on the button still 

Don't know why I'm runnin', but I'm runnin' still 

No more violence 

I just kill 'em to enjoy the silence 

I got my hand on the button still 

Don't know why I'm runnin', but I'm runnin' still 

Jesus Lord, relieve me more of stress, I need some more revenge 

Distort your neck and force a stretch, Like prehistoric Rex 

And don't ask me to be your guest feature, more or less 

Your new song got four plays like a tease 

before the sex, you need some more success 

I'm still a teen of course, I need endorsement checks 

Tech? (What up?) 

I heard you made the Forbes, I need you for some bread 

And I don't treat my girls like queens 

I treat 'em more like kings in chess 

I keep the whores in check 

I feel like Jesus when you leave me bored to death 

Ayy 

I don't know why anybody wanna come and get it from Dante (Dante) 

That thinking is dubious, I am Vesuvius, pop, now you're Pompeii (Hot) 

Calling me coward, I'm coming as crazy, calamitous Kanye (Whoa) 

Got a gargantuan gun, I'ma get the grown-up gropin' grande 

Blah blah, taking agua after rap beef 

Put they paws on the faja, bah-bah, black sheep 

Nigga, that's weak, fucking raw in the car back seat 

Where they take rah-rah rap sheets 

Ha-ha, caca, cats keep, crack peeps 

Pipes, pips, and I'm glad it's night 

Grammatic geist, get status wiped 

Coming against me is bad advice 

You don't wanna lay up in the poison predicament 

Gonna wage us and you're sort of maleficent 

Don't I say this, I'm the opposite, people say Amadeus (Wait) 

I been on my Rambo 

Killing 'em off of my camo 

And I be coming equipped with the ammo 

Pulling 'em out of the bando 

Never your rhyming, no can handle 

No more violence from your Sambo 

And a big silence of the Lambo 

I bring silence from the panel whenever my mic is handled 

Ain't no match, you can't light the candle 

One of a kind, I'm the prime example 

Talking about me, be slightly careful 

Comin' to my city is quite the gamble 

Better hope that your flight is canceled 

Make you scream 'cause I like the sample, wait 

This man'll, dismantle 

Put your head on this mantle 

I see BS on your channel 

Get outshined by my shadow 

I don't battle, I do not pretend 

Don't even rap like this if I'm not with Tech 

Tech, I got your back, a back architect 

The way I built this shit from the YouTube, kid 

I'm done, fuck 

No more violence 

I just kill 'em to enjoy the silence 

I got my hand on the button still 

Don't know why I'm runnin', but I'm- go 

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight 

Look at all that hate I generate 

I don't feel apart from featherweights 

Maybe try when you enter the state 

Oh you fuck that cup up every day? 

Oh you drink that cup up every day? 

Got me thinkin', hold up, anyways 

What the fuck you got to celebrate? 

How many losses do you tend to take? 

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight 

Nine, ten, eleven, maybe twelve a day 

That's so sad but gee, what can I say? 

Cry me a river like the Everglades 

I might swim that bitch and get away 

I got the whole world to penetrate