Serious III
[Verse 1: Grete]
(this is my feature for JMCEE)
(Hope this is good enough for you)
I’m feeling infectious
All around the country like the Metros
Cold, Arctic like [] menthols
You got no taste, damn lentils
I’m just that guy, shot a guy in the eye
Call him pewdiepie, [?] Jacked his eye
I’m feeling crazy, JMCEE
Now it’s time for you to die bitch
[Verse 2: JMCEE]
(That was great dude.)
Paying guys on fiver to make features for me
I guess you could say I’ve exhausted myself
MEGAGRUNG in the Trap House along with Wheezy
And I’m paying these guys, call it anti-wealth
It’s gotten to the point where I make music for no reason
So I can get whoever the fuck I want on my songs
I’m coming after all you fake ass kings, it’s treason
And I’m higher than 500 bongs, serious!
[Verse 3: Young Gleason]
Pop the balls in her mouth like poppin’ candy
See me outside and I’m drinking brandy
Thank you for the money JMCEE, I mean it
I’m gonna go cold on this shit, ice cream it
Chicks suck, and that ain’t an antonym
My lyrics hard to decipher like acronyms
When I see a ledge, I climb and mantle it
When you see a beat, you try and mangle it
(Yeah.)
Came on her ass, call it icing on the cake
I got a fucked up mind, at least it ain’t fake
All you rappers talk about sex, that’s stupid
I talk about sex cos I be really doin’ it
I banged 3 chicks who looked like gremlins
I guess I gotta prey to repel it
STD’s calling like a ‘7 on the wall
Gleason don’t win, he’s already all
(this is my feature for JMCEE)
(Hope this is good enough for you)
I’m feeling infectious
All around the country like the Metros
Cold, Arctic like [] menthols
You got no taste, damn lentils
I’m just that guy, shot a guy in the eye
Call him pewdiepie, [?] Jacked his eye
I’m feeling crazy, JMCEE
Now it’s time for you to die bitch
[Verse 2: JMCEE]
(That was great dude.)
Paying guys on fiver to make features for me
I guess you could say I’ve exhausted myself
MEGAGRUNG in the Trap House along with Wheezy
And I’m paying these guys, call it anti-wealth
It’s gotten to the point where I make music for no reason
So I can get whoever the fuck I want on my songs
I’m coming after all you fake ass kings, it’s treason
And I’m higher than 500 bongs, serious!
[Verse 3: Young Gleason]
Pop the balls in her mouth like poppin’ candy
See me outside and I’m drinking brandy
Thank you for the money JMCEE, I mean it
I’m gonna go cold on this shit, ice cream it
Chicks suck, and that ain’t an antonym
My lyrics hard to decipher like acronyms
When I see a ledge, I climb and mantle it
When you see a beat, you try and mangle it
(Yeah.)
Came on her ass, call it icing on the cake
I got a fucked up mind, at least it ain’t fake
All you rappers talk about sex, that’s stupid
I talk about sex cos I be really doin’ it
I banged 3 chicks who looked like gremlins
I guess I gotta prey to repel it
STD’s calling like a ‘7 on the wall
Gleason don’t win, he’s already all