These Mumble Rappers (feat. Spencer Sharp)

Rest in peace Mac Miller

This is for the love of hip hop and battle rap

We gotta keep it alive (Yo)

Dear Colson, I wrote you, but you still haven't posted

The only time you rocked a full house was when you were an Olson

But anyways, fuck it, man, how's your little daughter? (How's she doin')

Hopefully not gettin' involved with needles

Like her drug addicted father (Whoops, oh, shit)

I'm on another plane, I'm so awoken

You tryna emerge and see but crash, you surely chokin'

And when I'm home alone, bitch, you're still Macaulay Culkin (Kevin)

I'll march with the NRA to have this Machine Gun Kelly broken

Tough little pistol, Kelly, shit, I'll fist you so hard till I hit your belly

This dude is anorexic, someone get him a sandwich

Mixed with jelly (911)

I'm not even pissed, no, really, I'm ballin' like a disco, silly

Those jabs, you missed though, Nelly

I'm comin' for your wrist though, Kelly

Yeah, come at me dawg, I'm sick, polio

These haters are all liars

Comin' out the woodwork like Pinocchio (Swear to God)

I hate these mumble rappers, they go, "Da-da-da-di"

Catch me in a Maserati (Skrrt), or fucking Bugatti

That I don't own, I rent to be somebody

I don't know (Oh, don't you know?)

(Lil Pump, Lil Pump)

I don't know (Oh, don't you know?)

(Lil Yachty, I'ma Jambaddi)

Okay, I'm gettin' sidetracked

Back to Kelly, the fake Machiavelli (Westside)

Bandana 'round your throat, just fucking do it

Hang yourself, stupid, and Logan Paul will take a pic

Jump off the roof, and finally make a hit

You're Shady's bitch, about to get smoked like a Jamaican spliff

This square'll get chopped up into bacon bits

Uh, what was I sayin'?

Shit, oh, yeah, I wanna let people know this

That I've noticed the comments, that I'm a Shady clone

And I believe that I am him, and I'm with Kim

And I'm delusional, there's something you should know

I'm not a lunatic, I just knew this shit

That I used to get myself exposure, it worked

And I'm on the news and shit

You're laughin' at me, while I'm here laughin' at y'all

Talkin' shit behind a computer

Surrounded by walls (You're a tough guy)

And I'm gettin' paid, probably fuckin' your bitch

That's why she doesn't answer your calls

So, fuck you, fuck all of y'all

I hate these mumble rappers, they go, "Da-da-da-di"

Catch me in a Maserati (Skrrt), or fucking Bugatti

That I don't own, I rent to be somebody

I don't know (Lil Pump, Lil Pump)

I don't know (Lil Yachty, I'ma Jambaddi)

Marshall is takin' too long, time for the Stans to unite

To stand up and fight

Raisin' the standards like I am in Stanford

For every stanza I'm plannin' to write

I can walk on water but still standoffish

You understandin' my lines?

Dismantlin' mics, with candles to light

This Ouija board we handle tonight

The Rap Devil's gettin' baptized

The power of Jesus compels you

Sike, if anything needs to be exorcised on this guy it's a muscle

Like Bachir's mom, son, we gettin' ready to start a Dizaster

I'm wipin' away you scum chunks

Like switchin' a carbon reactor

Y'all ain't shit but a cum-dump

See, man, I'm trashin' this rapper

But we know this don't actually matter

This is just the calm before Marshall get's at you

Bitch, wait, you're a shit stain

Are you pussies mad at this clickbait?

Fuck it, I'll still stick the tip of my dick in your chick

Till the clitoris rips into a million bits, and the shit breaks

Uh, yeah, hand me the clippers his beard's weird (Clippers?)

Uh, yeah, (What?) and a black shevel

(Shevel? Don't you mean shovel?)

No, I mean shevel, yeah (Um)

Where's the auto tune at? (Okay)

Yeah, yeah, I'm sick of them sweatsuits

And them corny hats, let's talk about it (Gang, gang)

I'm sick of eatin' food, and when I see a dude

I just walk around it (Kells, Kells)

I'm sick of bein' a stick and feelin' like shit

But I'm still Kelly (Skrrt)

So much semen inside of my belly

And, now, I am feelin' it swellin'

Damn, shut up you hella thin skeleton (Gang)

You're just an irrelevant elephant

In the room, soft as watermelon gelatin

Gone off the deep end like Louise and Thelma did

Lookin' like an alien, local like a L.A.N

Where is Chris Hansen when we need to catch a man who's been

Danglin' his teeny, little weenie

On the 'Gram again, no wonder Marshall's panickin'

You're gonna get hammered and (Switch)

Keep screwin' around, you might be the

Dumbest mothafucker since Justin Bieber

Or Logan Paul when he tried to tweet a diss up against Chris D'elia

This over-tatted, bony bastard's lookin' like some molten plastics

Thinner than the strings of woven baskets

Hopeless codeine addicts, homeless Brad Pitts

Looking like a Nazi who would vote for fascists

Dome on acid, go, go, gadget

Straight into a closing casket

Collectin' heads like Sleepy Hollow

Y'all don't know me, but you need to follow

Eminem's the goat, and Kelly is dope

But both will overdose and not see tomorrow

Damn, that's a hard pill to swallow

I'm in the car now, and I killed the bottle

Tekashi in the trunk, Lil Yachty in the front

And I'm drivin' drunk into the wall, bro

I hate these mumble rappers, they go, "Da-da-da-di"

Catch me in a Maserati (Skrrt), or fucking Bugatti

That I don't own, I rent to be somebody

I don't know (Lil Pump, Lil Pump)

I don't know (Lil Yachty, I'ma Jambaddi)