why didnt you just put the single in the album instead of reposting it

all beats prod. Cake!

lyrics mhm:

i keep a 43x for protection like it's an amulet 
disappear like magic when aimin’ at an antagonist 
light it up like it’s cannabis 
waste em like it’s dialysis 
best case scenario he end up with paralysis 
i wield these loops on computers like it’s a smith and wesson
teachin lessons, preach no blessings
swore that i had drive but almost crashed it at the intersection 
got no direction to head in
except for severin melodies 
im the specialist 
what i tell ya
got a keltec on my desk right next to legend of zelda
treat the blicky like a cartridge i blow it to get shit started
im vsauce with the knowledge 
all these online guys can suck my d.o.n.g. bitch
i got an ego like im poppin
ima keep nailin lines till nails inside my coffin
spittin lyrics im a god
i kill and carry mad often
i craft a beat with a soul
then murder it like im heartless
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and you bitches next
i aint trippin, you just sendin little threats
close your mouth bitch, that’s a bigger flex
never pressed bout niggas on the internet that’s talkin mess
oh you got a gun! you gon shoot it? 
no. thank you, next.
guess who stayed up
till 3am to makes sum beats again
no one as elite as him
treat me like a seraphim
bitch i got a list of everybody im better than
all you fuckers may be rappers, movin like a predicate
i been that bitch
im that bitch nigggaaaaaaaaa
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i go both ways
shake hands with god, play pattycake with satan
watching niggas sell their soul to get their self up on a playlist 
i been hungry, im impatient 
i aint tryna work no grave shift
or reach the point where everything i love makes me anxious 
when you feel passionless, indefinite time
that’s when the self doubt seeps and, fills the cracks in your mind
i tried my best to fill the gaps but i aint do it in time
so at this point im past prevention, been that way for a while
i don’t gotta boast talents
skilled hawks don’t show talons
but i wanna show myself that the moment i chose patterns to close was worth it
cause these battles been hurtin
if i put in this energy in it im makin it perfect 
a guarded heart allows no swords or comforts
i put my guard down, and hope the comfort comes first
and i gotta make sure 
that i can stay passive when dodging patterns
hard to lick wounds when everything you spit comes out as acid

seraphim✨

after having actual emotion in my last song it's nice to just spit lol.

lyrics <3: 

drop the creamer in that bitch, real sugar fuck splenda
no heat, yo drop season a cold winter
so bitta pretentious niggas wanna be realer
hello kitty fashion killa
bedroom rapper no one flows illa
light one for dilla
another one for nujabes
6 additional for the villain
i wear influences on my sleeves
embedded in me, im a beacon
ima dream
im a god 
ima king
it aint a thing biitch
why these niggas on my dick wit no pause
double cross, then double back, get slapped by the hand of god
bbrrraaat
lil bitch i showed yall rap
ay who know around this bitch, flow this cold on tracks?
i see you got a little buzz now yo bros all gassed
better fly low, ill still get u stung wit a gat
who told you suck a dick with the passion of an activist 
it’s cake bitch, the livin antithesis to a pacifist 

bitch
bitch 
bitch
bitch
etc.

sugarcannon 🌈 [spotify]

what a real butterball

featuring the one and only Cake! https://soundcloud.com/hicake


butterball, huh..
psycho killer bite the talking heads
mic killer the UAGH, white coco dealer sellin blizzards o sawdust (it could not get realer than this) yeah, and u fish filet wickas get pressed like panini, sword sliced the air i pulled out the nana, the bitch made’s get flicked we the best that’s on my nini and my opa and my, third eye open wide, that’s on my chakras
say it witcha chest don’t get congested, crumpled up rumpelstiltskin fortresses, convicted of four raw felonies, the test is, the funny thing is, nah i ain’t gon say shit yo ass gon get offended HAHA,
yo auntie give the wettest neck, that’s proba, bly, the reason i’m more of a fa ther figure to ya, knockin at ya (sound effect) na we don’t call collect, yea we neck slicers big dice rollin, ain’t no pig gon sniff round my truffles, big rounds in the duffel, i got my ducks in a row, duffy, yeaint takin mine till i’m on death row, dummy, AUGHHH

new bag, im splurgin it
who’s gal im flirtin with?
suck my dick so good im like got damn! you dirty bitch
good job, pat her on the back
got dreads now the white boys think im sellin crack ohhh nooooo
walk the bullpup, gas powered, goin for a stroll 
pitchin blue wit the jesse pinkman hello kitty phone
el camino - zoom zoom 
two hundred fifty k that i blew through 
homicide investigation, blue’s clues
revive a nigga, need a Who’s Who
die rise, die lit
new blick, die bitch, silence.
keltec out the Benz CLS
gettin money nigga, visa vi - vamanos pest
duke nukem in a dress
perfect dark falcon 2, it’s suppressed 
DK mode, wit yo giant ass head (UGLY ASS NIGGA)
fuck a bullet, this a cannon ball, rachel alucard
unidentified man at large, stay in, lock your doors
harry rogers how i stay wit bars
i don’t play at all nigga get up off my dick
michael b jordan boutta play me in a motherfuckin biopic
costarring noname as my bitch 
ughhghggghgggg
cake!

cmt

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