Deep Sus Nine

[Verse 1: Sus Boy 3000 (pizza boy.)] I know you’re suspicious, but doubt is beneficial So give me all that you got, and watch me give it back triple Slept on for three projects, so fuck you, I’m done with your contest This rapper... doesn’t... need... puppet... strings All in my domain and the master... of it I’m Ultron, you’re obsolete Your industry plant needs water 90 times a week I grow in darkness From the stone, I harvested the rose Street player from Chicago (My bars too quick) Yeah, en garde, you bitch, blood in your garden, this sus is for everybody, I’m fucking your squad, and then bucking the guard patrolling the border of genres I go where I want to; write how I want to Lark Voorhies, I’ma fuck up some commas I spend how I want to; hit Papa John’s up like: Two large; light sauce Mix it with the unsauced wings with the dipping cups Gimme, uhh… Cinnapie on the side, too; 6-Cheese Cheesesticks, and make it all times two Pizza boy I do not play with you boys I do not hang with no girls They know that I live in a void, I kill for the joy I’m true, I’m authentic, I meant it, I do it, I did it, destroyed Now pay me through PayPal or give me a digital bag of bitcoin [Verse 2: Big Sus Boi (Shampoo Papi)] Fantasizing 'bout a blogger Having 3AM orgies with Rihanna Every new rapper's a fashion designer An actor, director or giant vagina Complex Mag needs to get off the China Chain mail hat, Big Sus Scott Steiner On my Gmail, writing verses in a diner Tell these motherfuckers if they needin' a reminder Here's a tissue for your sorrows Cause if you quit today, then you're better off tomorrow And if you quit tomorrow, well, I really can't complain I'd throw a parade even if it fuckin' rained Ignorance is bliss, I wish I could give a kiss To every single basic individual there is But I don't give a shit if this is hit-or-miss And you can spit or swallow when The Sus Boyz in the mix I'm out