Tractor Soup-Lie #2 lyrics

[Verse 1]
This guy, he thinks I care about his stance
If this guy stood up right now you prolly wearin' a mini skirt instead of pants
Crossin' your legs, doin' the Tom-Tom dance
'Cause you at the screen tryin' to think of something clever so you pop ninety-nine Vyvanse
Don't lie, you click dislike on every single one of my rants
Is this dude a reactor or a hip-hop tyrant?
He gets really mad, slings his headphones down he's like, "f*ck it, I quit
I'm retired from this sh*t," turns around and comes out of retirement
What happened? Did I inspire this?
It ain't my fault your homeboy can't come out with a firе diss
Even if he did fire three timеs, I'm gonna survive, miss
This dude clocked back in to slob on the caucasian di*k
But hey, it's okay if you dip out, raised to spit
How am I at fault for your boyfriends laziness?
Old MacDonald don't have a farm, that's a cage he in
My sh*t's set in stone like I laid the sh*t
Pellet gun shorty, that's a baby clip
Little guy don't spit, get him a baby bib
They don't ride a wave like I, my blood type be KTM
You blow smoke and flip-flop like that Katie b*tch
"Upchurch stop," I can't, like champagne all I do is pop
This guy goes to sleep at night with the song WHITEBOY's on repeat alot
Sticks his foot in his own ass, and his di*k in a sock

[Interlude]
Plane flying over, let me wait 'til it's gone
What was I sayin'? Something about a di*k and a sock
[Verse 2]
Well, f*ck it, he ain't gettin' no pus*y 'cause he can't beat the box
Just think, all this sh*t is just comin' off of the top
My talent skill so high they can't even see my spot
And if they found it, f*ck it, front door, I keep it locked
They're like, "You're on drugs," well, if I am, atleast I ain't gotta by the cheapest rock
Hillbilly venom, one bite with these teeth, you deceased and rot
No flow, no heart, anybody can see the clot
I got big balls, drop 'em on your head like Vietnam
My face, my voice, burned in your head like a Lil Wayne CD-ROM
Can't kill me, if you do I repeat spawn
f*ck you diva, you Tom's uncle or an Uncle Tom
You are takin' L's, blah blah blah blah dot com
"I'm a reaction channel," you sir, are not
I got the magic stick, beat your ass with a wand
Go ahead, do what you want, cut it up make a YouTube Short
JK Rowling fixin' to take y'all to court for creatin' a new disease called hog warts
I mean, hey, you'd be a pro if di*k ridin' was a sport
Up and down at that chair, I bet them thighs got torque
My initials are R.E. and I be reinforced
And when this sh*t exports he gonna scream 'til it leave him hoarse
But hey, keep thinkin' you the source
While I gallop and kick you little b*tches 'til I'm knee deep in dwarfs

[Outro]
Church, motherf*cker
I won, you thought there was a piece of paper somewhere
Ah-hah