Can I Bus

[Intro] Yeah It's therapist The golden child Yeah Peep what I'm saying Yo, yo, check it, yo [Verse 1] Yeah you cats is fly but your plane is crashing You came and passed My range blasting I came slashing Same fashion That OJ stabbed him My brain's packed with more lines than caine addicts These insane raps should stay wrapped in a Straitjacket You featherweight class bitch Don't want mine That's why your whole squad is telling me "Pick on someone your own size" I got the whole nine Ain't perfect but I'm border lining My album come with a surgeon general's warning on it (Sick) I spit a born vomit The hot shit Even when I die shit I'll still be the livest Quit with the nonsense You hating but you feeling it though Stepped on stage Got arrested for stealing the show Stealing the zone Never left it Niggas never contested On a five star scale you get one less then Texas (Get it) I got narcoleptics Why the whote now When this shit goes down Niggas barely show up when I show down I hold ground Go more rounds than carrousels And you beating me only happens in fairy tales You dreaming My pieces is so dope you feinding That Cole flow you sink When I dive off the deep end I'm head hunting Heads front But ain't said nothing So heads up or spill red blood cause your head is gushing Bitch what No STD's But still a sick fuck You blast from point blank range and never hit once I'm heaven sent From devilish To Specialist You niggas couldn't make a good impression of what cements So throw up the white flag No need to fight back Drop your mic Head to the freezer And grab the knife pack Get your lights snatched I'm cold as the ice cap Sold my soul to satan Turned around and stole it right back I'm jacking dead broke folks cause I'm dirt poorer I tried to ball but fouled out in the first quarter Flagrant rhymes The facts that you proclaiming They aiming the same phrase as mine Taking the same frame of mind I'm out to shine on any track that I'm hopping on Changing album names The false alarm It's not the bomb The style is off the wall Kick shit like Bandhan Therapist is the man Hands down like a handstand With a grand flow and my heart had to follow I'm so ahead of my time I wrote this rhyme tomorrow, what