Zant!

Aye, boutta rant like Zant, diamonds on my hand I'mma try and fuck it all up in Japan I ain't got a clue like I'm One Punch Man I hop on this beat like a sperg would do Sans And after May goes Imma peace out bitch Imma drive my ass down to where the preps can't get I'm talking big money like a British whore sket I'll be out there on my own, I'll be left for the dead I be left for the dead like valve can't count, huh Runnin' numbers up but avoid all the clout, huh One outta nine bitch you know I main Scout, huh Drip so much could prevent a fucking drought, huh Life's a movie, and I swear this ain't Disney I'mma take a fiver light it up like I'm chimney You a wack lookin boy lookin like Gibby Why you actin hard boy we know you a pussy You a bitch, you a bitch You should get the fuck out of my business my business Don't know how, don't know when Somehow ended up in your grammas crib Your grammas crib Aye got an ocarina, dripping Aquafina Imma see ya later bitch I wouldn't wanna be ya My homies hauling drugs wearing all wife beaters They be dancing like the natives yeah I call em Keef Chiefers Mothafucka mothafucka wanna dance real good Wanna throw hands bitch, but I'm out in the woods Yeah I taught myself to drive I pulled up to the loot You eyeing my fit like the jealous type of dude Aye that's a green light, that's a fucking green light, yuh Meaning she can smile I keep giving her my life, yuh 20 plus hours of messaging a day Can't put the phone down so what does that really say, huh Out here like Quad tryna run my damn name up My backstory, happiness on the hold up Now I'm feeling great I got out of my fucking rut, yuh Got em lined up like they interviewing for Starbucks I got the plug, he rolls up, he's bumpin' all my shit He knows I kill the track, I kill the track Now I'm gone, now I'm wack, still fuckin' on yo grams She can throw it back, she throws it back I can drop ya once, I can drop ya twice Mothafucka wanna come at me I'll drop ya thrice And I pray for a thrown bone My homies home grown On the phone while I'm sitting all up on the chrome throne (yeah!) All I ever do is refer to pop culture My homie says that's the way of a vulture And that I need to grow up, and maybe even mature But what would I do if I didn't have the culture? Nah nah, fuck that shit, let it eat Why you think I'm fuckin' rappin' on a bumpin' Zelda beat? I be repping my passions even when I'm spitting shit Young Lion happened cause I had a smash bros kick So what I'm tryna say is to go for your dreams Try to get out there you can find out what it means Hobbies are one thing, but passion is another If you're passionate my brother don't muzzle it undercover The Gallows was written and before I even knew it 6 months later and now I'm just here stewing I'm over it now, but should I drop it anyways These questions run through my mind as I contemplate Nah but fuck that shit Imma get another hoe to get on my dick Dont wanna fuck with the lames or the sheep or any these pricks I'm a whole fucking man in this bitch Made my own path with a stick You a bitch, you a bitch I'm fucking rich you can't tell me shit yuh That's the mindset I'm training for, learning for Make my whole life yearning for Might snap and take out half of y'all, urn and all, yuh (thanos!) Got a bunch of jocks stay jerkin my jock But all this happening when The Burial dropped Not to mention the fappening when I go the fuck off They don't even know that my fuckin' EP dropped Motherfuckers hype me up like some sorta diss king But they don't even know that I live in the ring Let me step out the gate, let me demonstrate, all of the hate I create When I penetrate Won't name wack kids and their glade spring cribs But know that every line I spit is aimed at them Didn't put out a date for my personal shit Man I knew if I did they'd be sus as shit "Why does this dude think he can rap and shit?" That's what they're actually thinking to themselves They're thinking like- "Why does this dude think he can rap and shit?" Mothafucka listen to Bogus! that bitch was lit I'm telling you now that you know who I am I cut up all of my beef and sizzle like spam Y'all braise on yo beef and swim in quicksand Cuz underclassmen are thinking I'm immortal Like I'm stepping through a goddamn space stone portal Y'all sucking on my dick I got nut stored for days These fucking preppy bitches stay stuck in their ways Every time I wear a shirt they don't get it's great Teens only talk about bumping uglies and grades Like how the fuck are you gonna call me lame? How you gonna call me lame bitch?