Vultures & Coasters - SEPXBER

Lyrics:

Consider this as a lyrical exercise, hysterical and produced by Rich Bri. Bitch I’ve, influenced the spruce sky, I’ve been live on a jive, looking for the benefits, cooking more, until it quits. Heating beats, sweet in feats and y’all know man, I also can, make a Whopper go down so tasty, I don’t waste it, I lace lit, not dumb complacent with one patty. I wanna triple whopper, I’m gonna skip and hop for, it, shit, I’d call the BK King daddy, if it means getting them greens, letting them phone screens, see me in my zone, beings gotta watch it, me review the food, a mood is good, top notch shit, we may bring large in charge onion rings too, them things cool, links rule too, sausage links, of course then drinks, I drink soy milk, the joy feel so real and chill, think, oh, I gotta lotta other shit to get too, let start off wit’ this dude! Hate to be truly rude, but bait is a thang to you, that I just can’t chant I do the same, I knew the lame name game would, could be thrown my way, but I say, I still ill not having sex yet, my next bet, if I had to guess when, is 2026, no tricks, next question. Who do I … wait you wanna ask, why I hate getting to bask, in her and sir sex at last? I won’t mask my answer, the task I’m a dancer, around not anymore, the sound of it sure do soar, in my internal thinking, but I don’t want maternal drinking, thinking, why did I have this! I’m glad this, isn’t causing me to look fo’ porn, took mo’ scorn for that though that going on Hub, flowing I dub, as a rub of sensation, now fuck it, let me get the next nation, question off, why do you scoff at … wait that can wait, I was gonna say, who do I support in sport. I wanna stay loyal, royal, but not Kansas City, in baseball the case y’all is the Brewers, and even though my stanzas witty, I don’t wanna lead a chase to heed the race long to find who I support in song. It’s the Brewers, the cures to my ails are Yelich tales. I relish fails from the Cubs, they a playa buncha scrubs. My hunch is this, the Brewers gonna get Uecker a title, if not I’m a be a puker on recital. Haha this is vital, I know I’m a Red Sox fan too, can you be better Mr. Henry and the ownership? This a groaner whiplash you giving us when ya dip, crash out Mookie Betts and others while we see the Mets, can still pay, to this day, we can still pay, you won’t though, oh, okay. I like in the NBA, the Milwaukee Bucks, and back to sex, it ain’t complex, my talking fucks. Cause it so smooth to hear, I prove I move everywhere ya hear me, listened to across the globe, the strobe is on me, so only a lonely virgin by physical, by ear I fear my splurigin’ is critically huge, I rock shock like this, my mic is sliding like the luge on these beats I heats the cooch. But back to it, I support the Hawks, ya knew it, from my jacket to the racket I serve, but no, Nadal at all, shout out tennis though, I’m a menace fo’ the up net play, what up, you wanna play? Bet, ayy, I gonna win, wanna try, you gonna die, on a fly I smash ya shit. Crash it, wit’, the power bash, the tower trash, I just made that said shit up, yup. Who’s my fav sav’ football team, I root for the call to the hall for err’ Packer dream of it, I love it, but I want another coveted trophy, to go free the debate, who the best, Steelers are squealers, 6 super bowls? We have 13 titles, soon 14, I sure mean that shit, ya get it? The finals of the football recitals belong to the long best test of this game, the rest is lame, fuck the Chi Town Bears, I clown there’s, never ever, 4,000 yard passer, your housin’ scarred is this answer for any Bears fan, I cancel, the ass of whoever wanna ask next, my task gets done, Rich Bri I switch my, focus onto this project, I go checked up in this bitch 100, they wondered about the duo. We on flame, spawn game but that already steady you know.

Lyrical Exercise (Prod. Rich Bri)

Taking it back to actually just having fun with the words and talking about something other than just the nasty. Its all Peace, Love, and hair grease.

You Make Me Feel So Good (freestyle)

DISCLAIMER:
This track contains some shots, but let’s be real,
it’s all just a lyrical exercise.
No names were needed, no drama intended.
I ain’t out here starting beef or pointing fingers.
just sharpening the pen and having fun with the flows.

If you feel triggered…
maybe that says more about you than it does about me.

This ain’t no official release. 

Lyrics - 

He tried to calling out my name, boy you sucker better not play the game. 
I tried to keep it peace, but seems like everything is wrong in your eyes, now bet, lemme talk my shit. 
Don't holla at me boy you ain't shit! 
look, ain't nobody gon' be saved cuz I'm decided to talk bout this shit-face. 
Look, I'm not trying to be loud, but my guy you ain't GOD! 
I don't need to go too hard when dissing freaky fucking fraud. 
Oh Lord, here comes the rapper with some motherfuckin "bars". 
On God, you make me cringe out with that glases on. 
Oh wow, tryna be a star, but more like a pedophile. 
You suck! 
I didn't mean no disrespect, your shit just too wack! 
Talk about earning respect, boy i don't even gotta fucking questions that! huh. 

Talk a lot of shit but you still need a feature to make you look little tough. 
But in reality you just a nerd that filled with lust. 
I ain't gotta hold back, been holding back for months
So this time lemme be HipHop savior, bitch you better run.
I come with the flow and I'm not gonna act tough. 
Tellin the truth and exposing you freaky- 
Somebody call that bitch and tell em that I say Hi.. 
Pretending to be somebody from SoundCloud with that indian accent, 
I can tell that this the kind bitches that's been around in weird shit. 
One is pedophile, One is whore And one is typical Indian scammers. 
Better get your shit together, fore I beat you up and make you think that Jesus come to save Ya! 

Get this rapper fuckin away from me, 
This track is full of hate, i dare you motherfuckers to come after me bitch! 
To write some weak bars and hoping that you're saving your boy, 
You just a dick-rider that sadly never had a father. 
I feel bad, lemme be the new one. 
Cuz i can teach you how to be a man like fishing or go out and hunt. 
I dedicated this to the womans that once dated you pigs. 

Tryna have a fight, then come at my face and say what the fuck you wanna say. 
You bitches chasing numbers, fame and all that fucked up shit. 
At this point, I'm not even mad anymore. 
I feel embarrassed cuz God why the hell you create human like this? 
I swear to God i hope you motherfuckers say something about this. 
Replaying this shit, talk a lot of shit like you always did. 
Welcome to stand up comedy show, today we'll gon' talk about these -

Wild N Out! [June 27th Lyrical Exercise]

Christopher Lee formerly known as Sepxber
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Inland Empire / Los Angeles. 🎶
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