Blazing Hot Fast Rap

Even though I like to get dough certainly
Spit them fast raps and flip flows urgently
Everybody thinks that I'm gonna go pop
Like the Bitcoin bubble, that crypto-currency
I hate taxes. I like getting bucks
I don't like fake asses, don't like lil rumps
I don't like face tats, you look like lil punks
I don't like fake rap, I don't like Little Pump
I heard a new song today and the words were just
"Gucci Gang Gucci Gang" over and over
Just "Gucci Gang"
That's it? That's all you gotta do for fame?
Whatever happened to pushing music to a new terrain?
This motherfucker sounds like
Gucci Mane, removed his brain
Went up in the bathroom to toot some cain
Then started rappin bout jewels and chains
Lemme rap a little faster I'm too insane
Ayo
Chop the microphone up into bits because my tongue is
Like a mothafuckin razor blade I open up your throat with it
I swear to god I'm bout to go decapitate a rapper with the flow
For you fake thugs there ain't no love in here
You going to fucking war with Lucifer pal
I'll put the gun up to your head executioner style
Fuck Jake Paul man he got the douchiest smile
And fuck these new rappers with the rainbow colored hair
God damn it I sound like a hater
I don't care bitch you wack I said it
You rap pathetic
Mac is on your girl's face call me Mac Cosmetics
I'm iDubbbz to you Ricegums
Make you cry on Twitter like Logan Paul
I don't give a motherfuck I'm a choke em all
I smack em with the microphone and give em a broken jaw
Its me the Bernie the Madoff
The beats I certainly break off
A beast I'll murder you
Take off the gloves
And beat you worse than Khabib Nurmogomedov
I'll hurt you
I know Jiujitsu and a lil karate
I'mma kill somebody
If they run up on me talking bout Little Uzi Vert and fuckin Little Yachty
Is the music that they play when they take pills and party
Damn it I'm itchin for slammin and rippin
I'm sick of these idiots kicking the glorification of Xanax addiction
You dummies just stop it there's children jamming and listening
Quit acting like you a gangster from jail
You ain't really real
Taking your hands and just making em flail
On Worldstar fighting like somebody scared they'll be breaking a nail
I don't give a fuck about these rappers or producers or the labels
Or the cash under the table or the managers or agents
Or the confidential payments or the record deals with Satan
I don't give a fuck about you bitch I'm hatin
Subscribe to me up on Youtube
Motherfucker I'm the savior of hip-hop
Now go to Starbucks right now and get me an
Americano with 6 shots! Blaow!