No Show From Angry Drone

pop punk, rock, rap, female vocal, 90’s Era

Lyrics

hello y’all welcome to my show
wait why’s the crowd empty
yall a bunch of fake hoes

catch me in waukee like a tornado
claiming yo boys are hard but you with a falsetto
Kay y’all said let me catch you outside I’m strapped up like Velcro
on a beat drop more bodies than cancer of the bone marrow
your window of survivals getting pretty fuckin narrow
this’ll be a wrap like a dead ass pharaoh
my attitudes fucked n
my glock stay tucked
choke my chicken it’ll make me cluck
morbidly a beast you’re a featherweight and you about to get plucked
deer in the headlights y’all get bucked
diss Aubrey again i promise you’ll get plugged
no cap
young Hawk IA I put Des Moines on my muh fuckin back
even tho half the city’s just meth
the other half’s crack
fuckin air stinks makes your lungs hack
jazz scenes cool tho so don’t be shocked when I pull up with the scat pack
stick the burner out the window start blastin
at your rat pack

Little bitch said I gotta small dick
so I said shut the fuck up prick
I had a growth spurt at 28 im a late bloomer
jk I’m white if she’s talkin shit I’ll lawyer up and sewer
put me in a line with your top 5 rappers
I guarantee I’ll slaughter every single one like I’m William pierce Junior
then I’ll go home to my wife ask her what’s for supper
she a cannibal she said my kids then sucked my lumber
“that’s offensive” yeah I know I ain’t a Bible thumper
I’m the janitor making daily deposits into a cum dumpster
my cleaning lady stole from me the glock’ll straight duster
no lyin
I’m tryin
gun unloadin
yo moms cryin
you’re dyin
formerly Daniel, now Ava, this is my den fuck a lion
mamba mentality rip kobe Bryant
caliber 2 2 and a 3
it goes bang bang bang bang bang
what’s next
silence
divided we fall
but United we defiant
when this shit drops they’ll charge me with riot incitement
serve me with an indictment
then twist my words and claim i was being violent
which I was
play your cards right they’ll stick you in solitary confinement
you’re being steered in the wrong direction
you need an alignment
young hawk IA wings raised and I’m fucking flying
I’m too good for the rap game xxl won’t invite me
so I jumped up into the A.I. studio had to make some
things exciting
double duece inside the interlining of my underlying clothing that I got from all the drugs your honor student has been buying
I ain’t lying if you cut me from my chance at fame I promise all your family’s dying
catch a slug but nah it ain’t from a fuckin
beach
thing just flew out of the barrel it’s still smokin can’t you see
cops swarming saying do we have a suspect can you possibly ID
If they showed you 20 pictures of a pussy
you still couldn’t finger me
young Hawk IA
I’m fat and I rap
morbid Obeastity
eat you dumb muh fuckas up like you candy
I got a sweet tooth
sippin brandy out the bottle
pedal mashed full throttle
y’all act gully on the social
but when I show up I’m your buddy
kind of funny
y’all be hoppin round my dick like a fucking mud bunny

Ugh!