Sweeney Song

[Verse 1]
Nine out of ten of these rap niggas is Play-Doh®
I say "go", niggas'll spray your whip like Mako®
Ya got that yayo for the low, you'd swear that Kanye was here
The way they say "where did yay go?"
My flow strong like it's on that 'Sé Canseco
I don't eat rappers, I box them up like take-home
Get straight dome from a bi bitch
I don't know her name, but told her girlfriend to switch
And the lyrics coalesce, I rip elaborate
Hazardous material that's oh so immaculate
Accurate position, when I spit this shit, it's calculus
Hard, nigga...
And that was bars, nigga...
I'm off them Xany footballs, nigga
Swisher, I don't buff, kush shuffs 'til I fall, nigga
Too high to fucking talk...
That's why I never call, nigga...
Your bitch keep texting and she want it all, nigga...

[Hook]
Yeah and I've got two on a brew
Let's go cup-for-cup until that ma'fucka through
And I've got five on a bag
Before you toss that square, can a nigga get a drag?
And I used to spend late nights staring at the ceiling
Pitch-black dark, but I had that feeling
Vision of killing niggas, being labelled a villain
Because these labels passed, I'mma make these niggas pass

[Verse 2]
Late night, searching websites for victims
Fuck doing features, you niggas competition
That's your assistant on the blunt run?
Give her stomach blows 'til I puncture her lungs
And it's some nigga shit I fuck with in my spare time
But they can't fuck with me in my mind
Used to be humble, now I'm feeling cocky
'Cause all these bitches ride it like a fucking Kawasaki
And these rap niggas see my face in they dreams
They worst fucking nightmare wearing fucking skinny jeans
Wake in cold sweat, my reflection in the mirror
Put a curse on a Freshman 10, watch how it end
Dropped out of high school at sixteen
'Bout the same time as the Wu dropped "Ice Cream"
Arguing with fiends, staring at the screen
Watching Rap City like it was all a dream
Spent my last three bucks on a Source magazine
Hip-Hop Shop where niggas was battling
But I was writing shit in my fucking Composition
Knowing one day I would have these critics tripping
Saying that, niggas, I'mma be the future
New take on rap, this ain't what ya used to
Push this shit fucking forward
Focus on the music so the people will support it
A load on my shoulder, tell the world
I'm meeting my goals, watch my plans unfurl
Check!
Yeah...

[Hook 2]
Yeah and I've got two on a brew
Let's go cup-for-cup until that motherfucker through
And I've got five on a bag
Before you toss that, nigga, let me get a drag?
Used to spend late nights staring at the ceiling
Pitch-black dark, now I had that feeling
Vision of killing niggas, being labelled a villain
Because these labels passed, I'mma make these niggas pass