Keanu

[Intro] Yo, yo Shouts to my dude, JBurrg on the beat Yo [Verse 1] Sit down, it's time for class now I got bars and other rappers are just coming with the bad sounds My shit is always great, and now it's time for another round I got in touch with some others now I'm taking this shit over, bitches, it's time to bow down It's funny, but we're living explicit living And my rhymes are ripe for the picking This game is like a bitch, waiting for a dicking The plot thickens, so listen I'm on a mission to get rich And when it comes to this rap shit I'm shitting, you faggots farting Your undies got skids Ha, skid marks, skid marks Oh lady, you've got me a bit hard Fuck your pussy pup boyfriend And come fish with a big dog Blackhawks on my head, making me look sexy, see? I am hotter than Texas Pete Like head cheerleader, none of you fucking lames can fuck with me Luckily I was born with this rhyming skill Every beat that I'm on gets killed Lets get real, nah really, lets get real Music is a Glock, Fisher Kay is a clip And I'm cocking it Hesitantly though With a hesitant flow Because I'm the opposite of a narcissist I got my switchblade stabbing through your cartilage I put in work when I spit like I'm clocking in Weird flow like nappy hair with no knots in it Throat fuck a naughty bitch I got my classic swag like fossils and shit See me munching on chicken patties and rocking cardigans I am going harder than My dick around an Asian bitch And my haters can't take it Shit, whenever people see me now They ask to take a pic [Verse 2] Yo, yo, yo, yo Fucking radical rapper Rap's a book and I'm the next chapter Fad starter jacking off in jacked cars Ignorant flow, but the kid is mad smart Judo kicking rap stars That act mad hard A split skull is a bit of a fat scar It's time to remind you who the master is Sit down you bad dog Or else I'm cutting off your arms And ripping the scabs off Making me stop? That's off the table I'm stabbing a rapist With a rapier While he rapes her The Scape Goat's escaping your clutches And eating right out of your plates, sir Bator master skater, skater masturbator Hates her even though he used to date her My rhymes are just a tongue fused with hatred Skeptical kleptomaniac Mental braniac With a mission to stop people who spit it insanely wack Insanely crappy lyric speakers I'm over flowing with swag like failed chemistry lab beakers Me and Kyle are fucking cheerleaders Underneath the bleachers The ones with the blonde hair And hands with pom-poms there Bitch, I shine like the shorts of Pauly Bleaker I'm Fisher Kay, pleased to meet ya Gee wilikers, eureka Nike hoodie with some Nike sneakers Jordan snapback, jeepers creepers Girls undo my pants I don't have to delete them Keyboard reference And in-case you didn't know Well, I'm the best, bitch [Outro] Word, haha