Future
*clearing of throat* *scream* Im back

When my pencil hits the paper
It forms a motherfuckin crater
My skill is major
I call myself a rhyme generator, (what?)
Alligator
Munchin' on the haters
Good taste in music, would you like a couple flavors? (yea)
In school
Theres a lot of tools, fools, people tryin' to be cool
I wanna drown em' all in godamn pool
These ass drools
Should go back to preschool
Becuase there brains are miniscule, (uh)
This kid named[ censored for privacy reasons]
In ma' class
Is a real ass
Fuckin' gay fag
I hope he gets put in a trashbag, (yea) (your garbage)
Sent to Baghdad, (oh...)
Then ISIS reloads the mag
And shoots up this gay hag


Sorry but i have ta' expose
I wanna shove a shoe down his throat
Hope he chokes, (uh...)
Put him in a bag and throw him off a boat
Then take a gun outta' ma' trench coat
And shoot em' in his goddamn skull, (wow)

"what next?"
"aye that was crazy man, that was crazy! aye go in for a notha' one man (calm down) go in for anotha one oh shit"


Im doin' good wit' deez' essentials, (yea?!)
Thats why people say i gotta' lotta' GOOD POTENTIAL, (what?)
"how many raps you have bro?" (oh)
Oh i have multiple, (shit)
"wow your skill is special!" (damn)
Thanks dude, (KEEP TALKIN!) but i got (KEEP TALKIN!) eyes ta' roll
My raps will  (hoah) make yo' insides
Divide
Ill be doin' genocidal homicides
Im stuck in dis' rap world, like a reptide, (come on man!)
Full of dykes, who ride other peoples dicks like bikes, *moan*
I can see everything from here like a mothafuckin' kite
When ya' hear me on that mic
It sounds like
A motherfuckin' wolf fight
"OH SHIET boi that last bar was tight!" ( SHIT)
Thats what i mean when people say my futures bright
Becuase im bringin' it back like rappers mothafuckin' DELIGHT!!