​ytp rap aesthetics lyrics

[Verse 1]
Y'all f*cked up in crib drinkin' Dr. Bob
And I be doin' the same, but I feel like a god
And I drop-drop slower than Isaiah Rashad
I be doin' this live, y'all just watchin' the VOD
And I beat that boy like it's any%
I'm too di*ked up what you tryna prevent?
Make it E1M1 when I'm at the event
I'm an artifact, y'all pussies like Gwent
Don't lose your head like you John Romero
But I highly recommend you fork over dinero (Hey!)
Caught you alone in the crib on a Friday night
You pathetic pus*y boy, like you bad down, right?
Spittin' cyphers with sor uh since we was eatin' pad thai
On carpet floors in the basement, it was feelin' alright
Alright, alright, b*tch I hope you alright
Tore you open on Twitter like I used no knife

[Chorus]
b*tch please
Watch yo mouth
(Aye) Get out my house
Like b*tch, please
Watch yo mouth
(Aye) 'Cause sh*t go south
Oh, f*ck
You such a man
I think yo ass is a fan
I got this boy on my di*k
All of his tracks sound like- *vomits*

[Verse 2]
Pull up on a transphobe strapped, that's a TERF war
Nuts on the rifle 'cause I like to use what hurts more
No beef like herbivore, something that I heard before
So why you talkin' sh*t? It do not compute like it's Commodore
"Accomodate" pus*y, I can't tolerate your ass no more
You talk, talk, talk, but I've heard that sh*t like all before
Still a punk b*tch, on my e-girl sh*t
You a heavy metal cracker, I'ma Heavy Rain ya kids like

[Chorus]
b*tch, please
Watch yo mouth
(Aye) Get out my house
Like b*tch, please
Watch yo mouth
sh*t go south

Oh, f*ck
You such a man
I think yo ass is a fan
I got this boy on my di*k
All of his tracks sound like sh*t
[Outro]
f*ck
This is, uhh... this is "ytp rap aesthetics"
I'm I love you so much rapper, I love you so much lil' rapper, ilysm
I don't care what you call me, or however you pronounce it
f*ck it, like... It's... it's hard to say
I didn't plan anything to say here, I'm sorry