Even more proof that I do not show any regard toward you, the listener.
Underground rapper/producer from Miami, FL.
G2Z is an underground rapper/producer from Miami, FL.
Lyrics
Intro:
Yo, this beat is terrible
Haha, just the way I like it
Yeah, G2Z
Verse 1:
Sometimes I think Satan's inside of me
when creating, designing beats, I must be possessed
to even make any rhymes to these and have 'em tight like a
dyke's vacant vagina, please wake up and find a seat
labeled then slide in the location, the isle that keeps it
This is my presentation, outline my thesis
In my estimation, nine and three-fifths
out of ten rappers ride my penis
using psychokinesis, the new type of coitus
or sodomy, call it you however you like to perceive it
I hope that you weren't quite a bit squeamish
If you were, you can step back, try to forget that
Flow like diarrhea, inspired by Ex-Lax
and vitamin extract, let your body digest that
Beats and rhymes combine like Bibles and sex addicts
working inside the church, behind the confess counter
all up in your business
My songs are a bit retarded and autistic
Not at all artistic, arbitrary lyrics
tossed in there like lettuce, you want me arrested
'cause I keep on stressing my own flaws
like a blond anorexic when vomit gets left in
toilets in the restroom at malls and the restaurants
So disrespectful, hip hop wants get me onto
a pedestal, but I don't want be there
Happy here underground, rapping with a unique sound
on your speakers, sometimes, I'll even mispronounce
all the details to pack them in a rhyme
but you won't make me care, saturated lines
too heavy to carry, fracturing your spine
for chiropractors to align, activists malign
'cause my verses always bring out your masochistic side
Outro:
This chorus thing sounds disgusting
That's why I didn't even write a damn chorus
Man, just end it right here
Cut and print, fade it out, fade it out
[music fades]
Yeah
[music fades back in]
Yo, I said fade it out
It's over, the song is done
Just fade it out
That's it, that's it, I'm done
See you tomorrow
