Lyrics

Yeah yeah I’m so loud,
tell me something I don’t know,
they want me to snap off at the mouth,
I tell ‘em go fuck a boat,
when will I ever grow,
she acts like a brain dead 95 year old,
who just crashed into Stan on the wrong side of a broken road,
the Dodge Grand Caravan of rap is no more!
I’m headed for the pacific-uh!
Masked up in VR, yo, im kickin doors,
Assetto corsa, GT3RS Porsche,
i am the MetaLord,
i wage MetaWar,
MetaWhore,
i don’t drill so you won’t find me offshore,
but I’ll be overseas by 2024,
i don’t even try anymore,
it’s second nature to rhyme circles around you,
my mouth is my weapon and im poised to shoot,
drag shows with no chutes,
just fishnets and leather boots,
couple suits and many pairs of boobs,
fuck your reviews!
a critic gets no love!
take my middle finger and shove it straight up that crusty butt,
i just don’t give a fuck,
quack quack bitch I became a duck,
because I can,
no rules your imagination just sucks,
you’re boring and have no fun,
i fire up the metaverse, put on my jogging shoes and run,
in place because IRL my knees pop more than DaBaby’s gun,
and I been eating more so my weight approaching 1/10th of a ton,
you can find out for however much you fuck around son,
I’m the daughter of a savage riding in on horseback with a messy bun,
like a cowboy in a cyclone your spurs been spun,
I’m no where close to done,
I’ll diss you over non existent animosity,
I’m an animalistic atrocity,
a bumbling fool if you approach it subconsciously,
I’m at the crossroads dying in this dichotomy,
still I rise in the face of life’s sodomy,
watch in 10 years everyone will write like they’re my progeny,
when they play me on the radio they’ll bite my style, it’s true larceny,
i am cacophony,
I’ll pour corrosive acid on your ant colony,
I’m an asshole probably,
and I’m 24/7 blowing that broccoli,
never doubt my courage,
I’m still here knees wobbly,
break the matrix with my advice, I am the anomaly,
non binary trans fem,
i owe you no apology,
i am the subject of study in anthropology,
saying fuck monogamy,
jackin lumber smoother than sanded mahogany,
Been getting fucked by life for 32 years,
it’s no wonder I spend with no frivolity,
They said dial in your rhymes,
so I smoked more weed to improve the quality,

so if you ever question my intentions,
understand I don’t give a fuck about social media impressions,
im writing to Inform you there’s never been fair elections,
money is the root of all evil and in the US, every trees infected,
that’s why I tell y’all to stroke the shaft while fully erected,
news flash,
all my songs,
no lies detected,
crowd,
are you not invested?