Cheap Shots

Super cool tree house all up on your kill feed

Seven in a row, that’s a kill streak

All I had to was just camp in a building

I don’t feel guilty, not even a little bit

"Oh you’re never gonna survive”, yeah send a whole seal team

More XP for the skill tree, still so clean that it’s filthy

Real new flow but it’s still me tryna make dough like Pillsbury

If I ain’t the goat then I will be

Walk into your film clip, all you hear is "cut cut cut”

When I’m running thru your set, I ain't coming for the props

I’m just here to fuck the whole scene up, keep filming

Man you are, manure

I’m too hot, you’re poppin’ champagne like you blew up

I grab it out your hand like "you what?"

And hit you with the bottle like a new yacht

I am not crazy I am nuanced

Voices in my head singing doo wop

I don’t need a place with a view

I gotta super villain base in the sewer

I don’t really drill but I screw up and put a hole through ya

Mark my words like an essay

Smoking spare ciggies like an eshay

Taking morphine for a headache

I’ laying in the bath eating penne playing reggae

Man I am so confident

Everyone look at my cockiness

When I am off the mic I am the opposite

I never show who I am just like Boba Fett

It's so ironic like Alanis Morrissette

I got a jagged pill in my esophagus

I need a vodka to wash it with

Too many oxies and not enough oxygen

Please call the doctor in

But I just don’t know any better to know any better

I just don’t know anymore

But I just don’t know any better to know any better

I just don’t know anymore

Okay where was I then? They called the doctor in

Doctor said, "Okay now tell me what’s wrong with him"

They said, "He’s probably dead"

Doctor said, "Did you try restarting his heart by switching it off and then on again?"

 

Huh, doctor’s like, "This job is tough!”

“Let’s put some pencils inside of his butt"

I'm thinking, “What? Where did these guys get their doctorates?”

I’m too embarrassed to tell him I wasn’t dead

 

I’ll just pretend to be, they’ll probably notice eventually

Later that week at my funeral which was like, truly so beautiful

Never had had so many compliments they listed all my accomplishments

I felt so popular, hopped out the coffin like I can explain

My girl was screaming I tried to be funny like, "I’m just a zombie, girl gimme some brain"

Let me restart, let me Rocksteady like Bebop

I don’t ride waves I’m a Street Shark

I don’t like fame, I don’t peacock

You are like a storm in a teacup

You are not hard you're a sweetheart, diva

Always on the lean like Pisa, ease up

Rackin’ up lines with your key card, Visa

Vis bruh, you ain’t got no money on it neither

I would rather have an early night get a pizza

Get my girl to shoot me in the face with a sleep dart

I have never been a part of all your little circ jerks

I am too busy making circles in the wheat crops

I do not respond, that ain’t my ethos

I am not loud, I don’t scream from the tree tops

I do not yell, cause I don’t need to shout the whole bar just to send you some cheap shots