One More Time (feat. Rein)

I'm a, I'm a

Yo, yo

I'm a, I'm a

Yeah

ThisIsHiphopp, what up

What up

I'm a

I know you wanted me to make a single or something

I could

But, um, the beat wouldn't let me

I said, I'm a

This instrumental soulful homie

Catch a body on your track

I can only hope to, brody

You know me

In the lab, I'm a serial killer

I murder rappers through they speakers and stereo, ****

I write the gospel

I spit miracles, ****

You seen the last group, I turned to a lyrical victim

I killed a career, then I resurrected

Just to kill him again, to let him know I meant it

These local rappers, they ain't fuckin' with me

I'm a goat with a golden pen, I'm fuckin' witty

You need a hit, I'm a top-line rhyme writer

My writin' hand, stay on fire, I am M. Bison

Check my street, fight your schemes

I brawl like I'm Balrod when I'm in the ring

Rappers say they wanna box Rein, that's not what they mean

I stay fit and lift weights while they sip on lean

Yeah, you should quit now and give it up

Every song you ever made just simply sucked

But you already know it when you go to do a show

Don't nobody come to see you otis

You post streams from fictional fans

Your numbers make believe, but you think I'm the man

You never got it out the mud, you a dirty ****

Don't get the washing foam from a dirty ****

I gotta catch a body, gotta catch a body

Catch a body

I gotta catch a body, gotta catch a body

Gotta do a **** dirty, leave a **** sloppy

I gotta catch a body, gotta catch a body

Catch a body

I gotta catch a body, gotta catch a body

Gotta do a **** dirty, leave a **** sloppy

And you just dropped the album and I'm not impressed

I press play on your album, I ain't like that shit

I'm like this what you been working on

You spent the year in the studio just jerking off

You dumb fuck, you make idiot music

We don't need you in the genre, you never improve it

If the model show improve, you never improving

You ain't made a dollar off of rap, your music is useless

Don't let me do this to you cause I overdo it

I drop money on your head and get you shot by Cupid

I shoot a op until they face it, till my op ain't moving

They won't survive, I'll clean the block and let the mop go stupid

I'm Mr. Clean with a submachine, bullets in my clip

Like torpedoes out of submarines, sucker fucker

Don't make me sink your battleship, I'm always with the shits

I don't never need a catalyst

I'm disappointed, you ain't never on it

When it come to the drama, you act like you ain't order

I get it word cause you just a curb

And that current never bite, I'll make you bite the curb

Eureka, it just occurred to me

You be tough in your songs, you a word bully

But not Rein homie, I put the barrel to your temple

I gotta catch a body, gotta catch a body

I gotta catch a body, gotta catch a body

I gotta catch a body, gotta catch a body

Gotta do a **** dirty, leave a **** sloppy

I gotta catch a body, gotta catch a body

I gotta catch a body, gotta catch a body

Gotta do a **** dirty, leave a **** sloppy

I gotta catch a body, gotta catch a body

I gotta catch a body, gotta catch a body

I gotta catch a body, gotta catch a body