MOANING MYRTLE lyrics

(Intro: UNBORN)

Call me c*cky nah I’m just proud
I’m going up here I am now
Nothing but complications your head is vacant and
I’m tired of you telling me that I’m not gonna make it

(Chorus: UNBORN)

Okay shut up for a second i'm boutta pull up with a dottz'
That boy gon' need a Bible when I show him that I’m god
Fed him a chip to his tooth but i’m not a dentist so he can’t talk
Rapping sh*t in the booth I sound so british
Are you having a laugh mate?

(Verse 1: UNBORN)

Gave him a fade and a slap on his face
Now we going back and forth like Tom and Jerry
He said give me a break my life’s at stake now he’s on his knees praying in a monastery
Going round and round like a race make him hide in a shell like a turtle
I heard you’re having a bad day
Throw a book at his hеad like moaning myrtle

(Versе 2: UNBORN)
I don’t do this rap sh*t often
I normally scream like my heads in a coffin
Have him coughing like he got covid I think it's best you head to the doctors
I’m just joking you’re gonna need way more than a doctor maybe doctor who
Put you in the tardis send you home to your family in Timbuktu

(Chorus: UNBORN)

Okay shut up for a second boutta pull up with a dottz
That boy gon need a Bible when I show him that I’m god
Gave him a 1-2 in the parking lot
Tie the knot your girl is for the gang she a thot

(Verse 3: UNBORN)

Okay i'm speaking from my mind right now
I’m tired of all the bullsh*t that forms in your mouth
Time out, i'mma knock your lights out
Told me that you’re better now I doubt
Like what the f*ck you talking 'bout

Blow it up like apache turn everyone into zombies (uh)
Nobody can trust you all you ever do is f*ck it up
It’s the same thing over and over again you have talked enough
I've have had to say goodbye to some friends wasn’t my choice we got set on different paths
(Verse 4: Jerahmeel)

Free yourselves for generations like a cemetery
Hereditary very icy like it’s Ben and Jerry’s
Cold shoulder solitary, living totalitari
Military rule these n*ggas parrots and Canaries
Acting fools

n*ggas talking pocket watching sobbing starving for the clout
Till my pocket rocket target socket bleeding from their mouth
Yah music has no message n*gga f*ck you cryin' 'bout
n*ggas bot a couple followers and do a turnaround