Stun Gun Songtext
Get it
Oh shit

Lines cut like a machete swing
Times up, before they set the [?]
Deadly with the pen I bring, the chemistry is menacing
Like what? Like Ben Mendehlson in anything
Let me be Frank, like Bernthal at a casting call
Punish cats like Kyrie, mask and all
I'm like a 2017 Gordon Hayward 'cause I don't play
But I'm okay, I rock the rappers like Chipotle
I hope they get their shit together
'Cause the raps they give are somethin' like a laxative, whatever
The reigning adjective to describe the way I tear the mic with a vengeance
Unless I gotta be that guy and use 'erudite' in a sentence
Nah, these haters can't compete
They pray to God I'm fake but I'm real like a Trump tweet (damn)
My life look like Able's gun, it's never set to stun, you better run
(What you mean by, "It never set on stun?")
(It's supposed to be on stun, get yourself hurt, son)
Let me break it down, I grown since mic mastery
Sometimes I'll reach like [?] on D
[?] I met a human stand tall like Ewing
Line seperate like the opening crawl on the first viewing
Pursuin' Illinois, Sufjan Stevens
Even though he's an Asthmatic Kitty, he's too calm breathin'
Rippin' crews like Rotten Tomato reviews of The Mummy
I'm ballin' like I'm hoopin' for money, who want it from me?
I'll wait, style great, while your shit's weak, pipsqueek
Make me wanna mute you like when Steven A. Smith speak
So ahead of my time when I send savagery
The link won't expire until after the singularity
Been tellin' ya'll now you seein' what I mean and shit
John Williams still workin' on my theme and shit
(Yo yo yo)
Find a better place
It's Esoteric wreakin' havoc with the metal face
(That's game, don't play it out
[?], get out)
I heard you talkin' 'bout me, man