Virgin express (worst beat ever freestyle) lyrics

Gotta stay on your feet like shoelaces
I’m real faded, my heart’s gone cold, yeah it’s vacant
I been plenty place ‘cept maybe vacation
My songs ass, they still in your rotation
I ain’t ever seen the inside of someone’s vagina
Just because I’m famous do not mean the b*tches line up
I better not see any comments callin’ this fire
Only thing ablaze is your pants ‘cause you a liar
I’m more burnt out than a Mustang’s tires
I only get in clubs where no clout is required
As sh*t as this beat is, whoever made it I admire
When I need to shower I hop inside of the dryer
My cat’s real cute, her name is Smoke
Did I ever mention that I really love to smoke
I think I’m really cool ‘cause I puff on that toke
I think if I was British I’d call all of my friends blokes
I don’t sip liquor because it hurts my throat
I’m too Christian, stick to root beer floats
Call me Paul Revere b*tch, who there goes
5’5, even sittin’ down I’m on my toes
Like cocaine, all of my sh*t blows
My hours on Doom came in, in droves
You never listened to real music and it shows
I bet you never heard any Billy Joel
He’s underground, he’s someone you wouldn’t know
I’m a f*ckin’ Luddite, I don’t even have a phone
I am very sensitive, please watch your tone
I’m fly as f*ck with guns attached like a drone
Shut the f*ck up, you’re louder than a megaphone
I’m bleedin’ out my ass like somebody with Chron’s
I’m beatin’ up my di*k like I was John Jones
Droppin’ to the floor after, yeah I’m goin’ prone