Cloverfield (Freestyle)
[Verse: Epidemic]
I am so, cryogenic, you ain't shit bro I don't smell it
No collabos I'm an asshole, do I have to spell it out for you?
Yell it out till you get it, forget it, your syntheticness is pathetic
Wait a minute, is your lack of intelligence just genetic, is your daddy stupid?
How about your mother & your brother? Are they half as useless?
I'm fly, look in the sky I'm parachuting off Jupiter, I'm king koopa & I spit fire n***a, nuclear
Check the back of my uvula, gnarly, tubular, Bob Marley in a humidor, Paul McCartney but Groovier
& I Kama sutra your bitch, murder that pussy, executioner
If killing these rappers is a sin, I must be Lucifer
Stupider, autistic, not to mention artistic
In a Benz with your baby momma & her friends at the art district
I'm narcissistic you'll never make it, far from hate, it's all statistics
Not to mention you suck dick, how the fuck are you so optimistic?!
You must have a fever, I'm about to have a seizure
Because I tried but I just can't feel you, it's like fucking anesthesia
But thankfully, you got this cd here to guide you, if you a rhymer
You can hide the entire cd in your vagina & go fuck your self
Kind of, overkill, like a low blow from Holyfield
It's no mercy you know the drill, man I turn this bitch into Cloverfield
I'm done
I am so, cryogenic, you ain't shit bro I don't smell it
No collabos I'm an asshole, do I have to spell it out for you?
Yell it out till you get it, forget it, your syntheticness is pathetic
Wait a minute, is your lack of intelligence just genetic, is your daddy stupid?
How about your mother & your brother? Are they half as useless?
I'm fly, look in the sky I'm parachuting off Jupiter, I'm king koopa & I spit fire n***a, nuclear
Check the back of my uvula, gnarly, tubular, Bob Marley in a humidor, Paul McCartney but Groovier
& I Kama sutra your bitch, murder that pussy, executioner
If killing these rappers is a sin, I must be Lucifer
Stupider, autistic, not to mention artistic
In a Benz with your baby momma & her friends at the art district
I'm narcissistic you'll never make it, far from hate, it's all statistics
Not to mention you suck dick, how the fuck are you so optimistic?!
You must have a fever, I'm about to have a seizure
Because I tried but I just can't feel you, it's like fucking anesthesia
But thankfully, you got this cd here to guide you, if you a rhymer
You can hide the entire cd in your vagina & go fuck your self
Kind of, overkill, like a low blow from Holyfield
It's no mercy you know the drill, man I turn this bitch into Cloverfield
I'm done