Mollasses 2.0

I wanna warn you, before i get started The shit i'm fixing to say is unfiltered and is unguarded I gave you faggots a chance and never responded Redo that fuck up of a bar that you concocted Be realistic, you are not sadistic You have no logistics Not even showing signs of creative characteristics You are not a real nigga, jawnie is a mythic So How are you a critic? End hoes, apocalyptic I the jawn Am a wonder Getting bread To feed my hunger Youse a nut nigga Where's the butter And they get jelly when i eat niggas for supper (Wait, you guzzling peanut jelly sandwiches for supper?) No bitch, i eat rappers when they try to paste another They secretly in love with me, they praying on my downfall and my come up But i'll stop eating niggas when the suns up, ah! Little hoe, yous a tool, you know? Couldn't find waldo, and waldo's the flow So they reading dictionaries, all in all, bitch don't compare me I'm kory to kenshin, spooky, scary, do you get the pictionary Bitches checking on me 'cause im I C Y And niggas hating on me 'cause im I C Y You bitter bitches super jealous, i see why Got niggas saying "damn that nigga icy, why?" Be realistic, you are not sadistic You have no logistics Not even showing signs of creative characteristics You are not a real nigga, jawnie is a mythic So How are you a critic? End hoes, apocalyptic I'm capable of teaching them how to rap, let's sign them up for classes Hating mother fuckers rocking it out, i drag 'em all, they blast it They can't be the skiez because i'm fast, you slower than molasses Keep talking ya shit you gone have bearers to carry ya casket Let me check my drip After, ima hex a bitch Checking out my checkings but these bitches never checking shit Somebody better call on fix it felix, how i'm wrecking shit Yes i does the dash, so incredible like jackie bitch It ain't my fault, it ain't my fault, it ain't my fault that i'm better than you I said it ain't my fault, just take that loss, you went up against a boss, and now don't know what to do Woah, Yes i'm popping and i'm topping never stopping on you hoes And if i'm popping, then i'm shitting, dropping droppings on you hoes Big three, hood rich kiss, cooking on the stove I know i'm bad like michael J, but tell them hoes leave me alone Thuggish thuggin on the net, but wouldn't say it to my face Jawnie in the party, get the fuck up out my way (Birdie) birdie you a joke I ain't ask for an opinion, ion know why he spoke Be realistic, you are not sadistic You have no logistics Not even showing signs of creative characteristics You are not a real nigga, jawnie is a mythic So How are you a critic? End hoes, apocalyptic I'm capable of teaching them how to rap, let's sign them up for classes Hating mother fuckers rocking it out, i drag 'em all, they blast it They can't be the skiez because i'm fast, you slower than molasses Keep talking ya shit you gone have bearers to carry ya casket Nigga