Love Music, Pt. 4

Ah, Love Music, Part Four I feel like sometimes some ideas are just a little bit overdone D'you know what I mean? Don't even know what to rap about anymore I feel like I'm just getting older and more cynical We're all gonna die anyway, fuck it (One-two-three - uh) Oh yeah, put the rap game in a chokehold Sometimes I might get a bit loco, yeah Feeling kinda sick in the coco And I don't really feel right Oh yeah, feeling kinda anti-social I think I'm gonna blow Chernobyl, yeah Going off the grid and I'm postal And I don't really feel right Testing, testing, mic check, please And I'm back for part four 'cause I killed part three And you still know me, still the same OG But I've been low key ADHD 'Cause I get distracted as the world collapses From the wars that we wage to the COVID vaccine I was born in an age where the ozone's cracking I've been off the stage, I've been away from rapping but I'm back on my feet Back on the track, I'm attacking the beat Back with a baseball, bat flow sweet Ra-ta-tat-tat, I'm a rap athlete I'm the don-diggy-don when I burn like the sun Fee-fi-fo-fum, jack my beanstalk off in your mum Just for fun with her knickers half on Give her wonton soup 'cause she wants some cum Oh yeah, put the rap game in a chokehold Sometimes I might get a bit loco, yeah Feeling kinda sick in the coco And I don't really feel right Oh yeah, feeling kinda anti-social I think I'm gonna blow Chernobyl, yeah Going off the grid and I'm postal And I don't really feel right I'm a reprobate I'm in a public park while I masturbate And I don't put out till the second date By that I mean put her in my basement, wait Giggity giggity, it's polygamy rap Give her the lickity flickity while I'm beating her back She gets giggly wiggly when I go in to tap And I'm the god of fertility when I do it like that Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers I picked up the letters of the alphabet And pulled apart then put together Finger licking chicken, I'm dipping flipping the architecture Do it better rap professor, kill a track then resurrect the Tip of the top of the hip and the hop And I'm ripping a drop when I dip in the spot And I'm dripping in relevance, I am a veteran Better than most of pick of the crop I mutilate a broken break, communicate with stupid pace Now wait When I do it like that with the flow then you know that I'm cold Colder than cold, I'm sub-zero Got that Yeezus flow, make your penis grow "Oh Jesus bro, why'd you stoop so low?" Well maybe I'm a little bit immature I use jokes just to cope 'cause I'm insecure C'est la vie, what will be, what has been before Will repeat and repeat on the beat, oh Lord I'm sorry, Halle Berry lujiah Halle Berry do ya wanna show ya hooters? Lick my monster balls and start a rumour You can give me head like my name was Henry Tudor Boo yah, back on the beat Kill a Backstreet Boy with the back of my feet She text back your boy for some meet and greet In the backseat boy, I'll be slapping her cheeks Kill 'em when the bassline go Kill 'em with the suicide flow Kill 'em with a four by four Killing 'em wherever I go Kill 'em with the rhythm that I'm kicking with precision I'm efficient with my vision, I'm a villain with the flow When I kill-it kill-it kill 'em I'm killing it with ambition Demolition, a magician turning tracks to gold Oh yeah, put the rap game in a chokehold Sometimes I might get a bit loco, yeah Feeling kinda sick in the coco And I don't really feel right Oh yeah, feeling kinda anti-social I think I'm gonna blow Chernobyl, yeah Going off the grid and I'm postal And I don't really feel right Oh yeah, put the rap game in a chokehold Sometimes I might get a bit loco, yeah Feeling kinda sick in the coco And I don't really feel right And I don't really feel right