Escapin' The Jungle

[Verse] I'm runnin', runnin' from the jungle I'm punchin', punchin' your son though And I'm kickin', kickin' your vagina hole I'm runnin' from the people who pretend to rap And be the shit when they ain't So now they faint since I'm calling them out And the industry doesn't like me, bite me or fight me It ain't never killin' me so I kill a beat and Everybody be clonin' with cologne and hairstyles But this ain't no Harry Styles, it's fairly bio-chemistry Between me and the Hip Hop scene But I be Millertski when the girls start to flirtin' And I'm flippin' the bird and I'm poppin' off Then loftin' off then coughing up my old sound But I'm back on the motion picture of tracks Not wack, a lack of luster to go for the buster So we on the funky ish funkish punkish not But I'm flunkin' Pop when I'm dunkin' rocks And punkin' flakes when I be filling flee flunkin' fakes for flakes But fakes are bad to have in the world and they're bored out of their mind So they start to rapping and fapping like a backened crap and You're constipated, you're crop states and I'm a bad influence for these new kids But you know what! These trappers are crapping on the crapper They fuck their toilet in the ass and that's just how they make their sound You know how bad these motherfuckers are, they so bad We about to go back to Shitline Drake and make a part two But no shittin' on Drake, just shittin' on everybody else For the fart too and you beat carbs too and drip your dick into The whistling and trashing trash can and I'm white bro Like I'm a psycho like no other in the scene of we As Hip Hop, their's a difference fuckers and I'm runnin' from the rap Rap is just this: I'm back to back and back to crap and while that's happening Hip Hop in reality is hidden, but Snowball Effect was an example and meanwhile Back in the Soul Echo chamber, we're cooking up the realest From under our sheets and masturbatin' to women and I'll tell you straight Welcome to The Jungle you flunko's