LYRICS FROM LIVE PERFORMANCE

[Verse 1]
Colby Suoy, he's a holy boy
If you asking me it's kinda funny
How every rapper writes, it's a masterpiece
Old and I'm [?]
New colleges like the [?]
The fact that all these rappers
Think they hard is pretty saddening
Factually, I am factual
Slapping up rappers 'til
They lavishing all their casts and stuff
In the background, my whole gang is laughing up
Haters meet the ring of fire
Johnny Cash it up (Uh!)
[?]
You really in some rough times
Well I got an idea
[?]
Lovey dovey talkin'
I can see that you are gleaming
[?]
Like Tyrone’s own Kiera Knightely
She likes them fellas with the [?] of the skin
But I give a better lovin
Try this dark skinned guy, please!
It’s [?] and the Colbster
[?] be dorky but hotter than some Folgers
You think you dope but I can swear that we are doper
[?]
[Verse 2]
Sorry, had to let that line sink in
Mind is on criteria so I guess it’s fine thinking
Excuse my vocab, grab a dictionary
Beating me is harder than blind people playing pictionary
You syphilis having son of a biscuit
The second I see you slippin’
‘s the second coming to Christmas
Having a [?]
‘Cuz I’m having a freaking blast
And I little bit of sympathy, way more than she can ask bruh
I kill em, call me Terio
If I made music would you bump it on the stereo?
Or would you download it on iTunes
And tweet about it, Colby’s song inside of my room
Gee-willikers I guess this beat is dead to me
If you dislike me, you must be on methamphetamine
Negative Nancy I am and never a chance in this
Hand and take advantage of the situations he is handling
[?] still don’t like me much
Even after every week I put my time in writing stuff
I’m sayin “Hey Katie,” as if it wasn’t obvious
Been chasing for two months
It’s obvious I ain’t [?]