Clean Edit - Belly
Written by：A. Balshe/M. Samuels/N. Brongers
I'll be a good little boy I promise Just let me back
Uh this sh*t is stereotypical
Blame rap yeah very original
I am not holy or spiritual
You bein' overly critical
Media throwin' subliminals
They wanna make this political
Y'all put the anal in analytical
Reportin' the truth is a miracle these days and we need the proof
Wait this shits a phenomenon
Middle finger in the air hair down and I'm feelin' like Chaka Khan
Through the fire no Babylon
Only villain in the Comic-Con
Poppin' M's all night Shyamalan
If she's a ten then she get the dick
She might just get the decathlon
My liquor darker than the NecroComicCon
Sprinkle molly like it's parmesan
Raised in the jungle no Amazon
Shoulda booked me during Ramadan
Soccer moms I'm sorry you left with your ovaries tramautized
But I'm 'bout to give you a reason to overly dramatize
'Cause I never apologize unless there's tears on my mama's eyes
And I just checked my mama's fine
Please don't provoke me I come alive
All this attention is all over censorship
I want some Grammys and y'all didn't mention sh*t
Nominated for an Oscar
But you wanna stick to the negatives
I see the picture
Shout out CP24
Do people even watch TV anymore
My only fear is bein' poor
They fear me in the Forbes
They gon' hear me on these tours for sure
Ooh wait this sh*t feel just like a witch hunt
F**k hoes tits a** b**ch cunt
Got a slick tongue
How crazy is it I'm the rich one
How crazy is it that you're so mad
When they hear these verses from they own dad
When I do it why's it so bad
Oh well can't tell I'm so glad
You know what the f**k I do with a notepad
F**k outta here let's go
