I’ll SWAT you like a spotted lantern fly,
You’re not that guy pal, you’re not that guy

I sold my life rights to Hollyweird
Narcissus gazing at the multiverse Nevada Sphere
Teen to a tween to a young adult market share
Development arrested; dog eared in college years

Wouldn't ever call them peers
Never seen them eye to eye
Investor call, baring teeth
Bite down on the cyanide
Shouldn't live in constant fear
Tell it to my private eye
And tell it to my other guy
Like it's my own spy vs spy

Ghost in a machine- who pulls levers
Ask the dreamcatchers; ask the goose steppers
Flak jacket smoking; who's blowing Hugh Hefner
David Lynch movie set extras

i’ll swat you like adin ross
glock make you twitch like adin ross

I read the latest scratch post from a liberal
Deciphering a rune in a photo of a sigil
In a basement like a bunker that was running out of signal
When my ear heard the whistle of the first of many missiles

Outsourcing anxiety, self-publishing harm
The spoke and the wheel; a God with many arms
A two minute hate where you learn to love the bomb
I don't feel anything but calm-
I won't make the boogeyman Islam-
I don't wanna argue all night long-
I won't be a sacrificial pawn-
I can't fix anything that's wrong (yawn)

So it's shop till you drop at the wake of a dying species
Grandfathers are Nazis; mothers have diabetes
You can watch it on a phone, a computer, or a TV
Project an inner life on a tea leaf-
You are not alone in your feelings-
Distraction a temporary relief-
You are not an algorithm's receipts (really)

Stainless steel pots
The range is still hot
Whip the coke down to a sauce, call it Mott’s
Cookin a kilo of watts
Energized from a waft
Materialize the rock
That goes right in my sock
Hit the block like a dojo
Bags stamped with a logo
Bag on me like a hobo
Boot on me like gogo
We don’t talk to popo
They take a trip up North like Frodo

fell on my face
who would like to say grace/
i sent myself a message
told myself to stay safe/
i sent myself a message
told myself to stay great/
never let the moment separate
how you gon operate/
isolated now
i ain’t really talking through a body now/
only mentally im projecting these sounds/
how i sound
through your headphones or your speakers
everywhere i am/
lucy now
but it’s just entertainment
ain’t gon crucify me/
now i’m aware and so it hurts
it comes along with growing up
i’m shooting up

Her p**** so good she got that PinkParentheses

packing it up with the swiftness /
my gift is in rapping like christmas /
i burn up the tree,
smoke like a chimney /
Hybrid Moments like the Misfits

you boys not sounding hungry/
meanwhile i'm f***in famished/
counting up my hundreds/
ima go buy a sandwich

getting bread and the lettuce/
i'm a muenster for the cheddar/
catch me with the drip
i dropped a dollop on my sweater/
cost a dollar smell you later/
i make hits like derek jeter/
make it cold like i'm the weather/
but I also bring the heaters

yummy in my tummy/
i go crazy for the hoagie
all my cuts are cold/
cuz the butchers are my homies

chorus
I like sandwiches
I like sandwiches
I like sandwiches
I like sandwiches
I like sandwiches
I like sandwiches
I like sandwiches
I got another sandwich biiiihh!

toast it with the butter/
drizzle sauce until its sloppy:
prosciutto mortadell/
I will turn you to salami

Sippin' on mud but this b**** like bourbon (Dirty, dirty)
I took the coupe out the lot, b****, I'm thinkin' 'bout swervin', yeah
I'm 'bout to sign for a lot 'cause this s*** ain't urgent

Buss it open like a pizza roll
I just packed my p****, real heated in some diva’s hole
I’m like packing peanuts, real white, like a casserole
I’m attacking these guts, real life, I don’t need to scroll
Gotcha, way I gotcha, like I gotcha, like Adidas trolls
I don’t feed the trolls
Way I feed I bottom-feed on bodies like some nematodes
Bodies bodies bodies, peep like Pete, know you’ve seen my hoes
If we keep it P there ain’t no thottie I could leave alone
Bobbi Althoff gon be gettin off, she’d be a cheater tho I promise every secret is discreet, like on a need to know (what)

Happy Friday the 13th

Kamikaze in the Bugatti
Listening to Lil Yachty
With my Plies ft T-Pain - Shawty riding shotty

Nuking the opps, call me Oppenheimer

Gave them too many L's to remember call me Lzheimer

Immune to the L's like I took Lpfizer

& it's never up to luck cuz I'm an undicer

I had to ditch the Mazda and cop the Benz

Now real life feel like a game of sims

I'm losing my spirit feel my soul descend

And these wicked men Put a hole in my holy tint.

all these spiteful feelings that i can't comprehend.

I write my rhymes with a broken pen

Cuz of how much stress in my lines that i try to bend

God forgives all but i feel like i over sinned

If I was Spider-Man they wouldn’t have given me a character arc
Cause I woulda told MJ “take that simp s*** to Central Park”

which FAT D song is this
lol jk but nice job tho

One day someone in here will get signed.

2012 Big Sean entered the chat.

They'll get signed to GOOD Music and become Kanye's new writers.

Some of you guys are talented writers

Have you wrote anything in here? I'll read it

We won

Nah. I don't think I did which is funny because I used to make songs on Soundcloud with lots of Wayne influenced punchline raps but I ended up wiping my account.

Hair trigger, when I reach it’s a chop
Im a man of god but if god answer my enemies prayer, he a opp

Y’all playing, that bobbing and weaving s*** yall do, not gon fly here
We not blind (blonde), we turn this b**** to a salon, you gonna die here,