Uploaded July 2018 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
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instrumental by Beatowski Beats
youtu.be/yDqIpKjhmuM
background art: Confetti Death by TYPOE
Lyrics:
the instant the beat dropped homie I minced it
rinsed the bar that I slaughtered it with and then ditched it
cuz when spitting I can get little defensive
as if I got a vendetta to settle against it
I've been sitting back for so long that I'm bout to go insane
and start flowing with no restraint like in Noah's rain
you know this ain't no joke homie don't mistake it
I'm the dopest dang rapper this half of the globe this lame
dumber than Lois Lane being unable to recognize Superman
who can handle so much aimless bull crap
out of a mouth at one time dawg
sometimes I want to fire a dumb rhyme off
and by golly I'ma do it whether you like all five
godawful minutes of what you might call rhyme vom
or whether you want to die following it I'ma wallow in it
y'all are in the mind of
a psycho of a kind who just might do fine to just write
but tries too much
psych
you just lost the game
whereas I am the only guy alive who's won twice
just like two plus nine
get it, 11 irrelevant elephants in the room
tryin to get into your mind and convince you
that you might've heard this dude somewhere before
I swear I don't know what they mean...
what's that over there? *runs away*
"wait, where are you goin?"
(chorus)
if you're feeling like nothing is fair
but there's no way you're bout to get out your chair
then may I recommend that you put your hands up in the air
put your hands up in the air
(yeah, in the air)
and hey if you're looking for something to convey
your lack of what could be considered a "care"
then may I recommend that you put your hands up in the air
put your hands up in the air
and eventually put em down again
sometimes I feel like I just can't even, it's odd
believe it or not I think I'm receiving a "thought"
and not meaning a floozy or a broad either
I'm thinking I've got something I need to get off
of my chest, like it's making breathing a harder thing
than to be in the car with me while I'm squeezing a fart
me and the lyrical rock bottom
currently are like peas in a pod
just like the two P's in the phrase "two Peas in a Pod"
who needs a facade, I'm odd, freaking bizarre
and I'm not leaving this Godforsaken beat
til it's on its knees offering me what I want
bleeding and coughing
pleading to stop the slaughter that I'm wreaking upon it
and I'm not meaning to barge in
and end up leaving your entire freaking apartment
like the dream of arsonist
seeing why y'all just shouldn't even get started
when I'm memin this hard, kid?
now dawg if
(chorus)
how would anyone- how you could ever like the sound of him?
out of the mouth of an out of control clown and then
down and into your bowels
like a pound of Indian chowder when
it's nothing but net, I swish when I spit
this is that Lysterine flow
just in a bit of a weird mood
from staying wide awake so late at night I may
try to make a "tidal wave" by saying hi to a name
so while waiting for me to annihilate
every beat in a mile radius, leaving 'em piled
take ya a seat for a while, mate
and when I leave 'em then I'll make
my way to you, and then maybe you and me can then vibe away
lmao idk, I guess what I've been trying to say
is I'm here to help you try to find your way at any time of day
in fact I like the way it looks
when my students call me at night
and they like it too
that's why my pupils will "dial late"
(chorus)
If you enjoyed it, please subscribe to get more!
yes, this one was meant to be (really) stupid.
→ follow me on Twitter twitter.com/sagerapper
instrumental by Beatowski Beats
youtu.be/yDqIpKjhmuM
background art: Confetti Death by TYPOE
Lyrics:
the instant the beat dropped homie I minced it
rinsed the bar that I slaughtered it with and then ditched it
cuz when spitting I can get little defensive
as if I got a vendetta to settle against it
I've been sitting back for so long that I'm bout to go insane
and start flowing with no restraint like in Noah's rain
you know this ain't no joke homie don't mistake it
I'm the dopest dang rapper this half of the globe this lame
dumber than Lois Lane being unable to recognize Superman
who can handle so much aimless bull crap
out of a mouth at one time dawg
sometimes I want to fire a dumb rhyme off
and by golly I'ma do it whether you like all five
godawful minutes of what you might call rhyme vom
or whether you want to die following it I'ma wallow in it
y'all are in the mind of
a psycho of a kind who just might do fine to just write
but tries too much
psych
you just lost the game
whereas I am the only guy alive who's won twice
just like two plus nine
get it, 11 irrelevant elephants in the room
tryin to get into your mind and convince you
that you might've heard this dude somewhere before
I swear I don't know what they mean...
what's that over there? *runs away*
"wait, where are you goin?"
(chorus)
if you're feeling like nothing is fair
but there's no way you're bout to get out your chair
then may I recommend that you put your hands up in the air
put your hands up in the air
(yeah, in the air)
and hey if you're looking for something to convey
your lack of what could be considered a "care"
then may I recommend that you put your hands up in the air
put your hands up in the air
and eventually put em down again
sometimes I feel like I just can't even, it's odd
believe it or not I think I'm receiving a "thought"
and not meaning a floozy or a broad either
I'm thinking I've got something I need to get off
of my chest, like it's making breathing a harder thing
than to be in the car with me while I'm squeezing a fart
me and the lyrical rock bottom
currently are like peas in a pod
just like the two P's in the phrase "two Peas in a Pod"
who needs a facade, I'm odd, freaking bizarre
and I'm not leaving this Godforsaken beat
til it's on its knees offering me what I want
bleeding and coughing
pleading to stop the slaughter that I'm wreaking upon it
and I'm not meaning to barge in
and end up leaving your entire freaking apartment
like the dream of arsonist
seeing why y'all just shouldn't even get started
when I'm memin this hard, kid?
now dawg if
(chorus)
how would anyone- how you could ever like the sound of him?
out of the mouth of an out of control clown and then
down and into your bowels
like a pound of Indian chowder when
it's nothing but net, I swish when I spit
this is that Lysterine flow
just in a bit of a weird mood
from staying wide awake so late at night I may
try to make a "tidal wave" by saying hi to a name
so while waiting for me to annihilate
every beat in a mile radius, leaving 'em piled
take ya a seat for a while, mate
and when I leave 'em then I'll make
my way to you, and then maybe you and me can then vibe away
lmao idk, I guess what I've been trying to say
is I'm here to help you try to find your way at any time of day
in fact I like the way it looks
when my students call me at night
and they like it too
that's why my pupils will "dial late"
(chorus)
