Flatironlake (feat. Ithaca)

Let me introduce you to the wild, wild west But the real wild west I ain't talkin' Will Smith Cowboys, bandits, gangbangers and cheap hoes Ride round town with a bandana and ill flow Bare knuckle usin' no six shooter, I'm real brutal piss shooter I'm pretty witty with it, don't need tutors I'm ridin' horseback waitin' for the next stack Of cash but the catch is I never made jack My vibe doctor, the Molly Miller, who gone missin' The Godzilla, a dead J Dilla, Bismillah Not the realest or illest spitter who lives I'm just tryna get a little bit of happiness, no skrilla I'm straight-snappin' these straight jackets, I'm brain-bashin' Lane passin' lames, and I'm dane smashin' I'm soul-snatchin' Been attacking you, but You panicking 'cause These bars got you mannequins scuffed Satanic, you what? (Bllt bllt bllt) I don't think you're really real No I don't really think you're real Show me how you really feel And don't hold back yourself You're claimin' that you will to steal Claimin' this and that but still Still, ay' let's talk about it You say they always 'bout it But wait till I call you out, then you break Can you close your mouth and I eat pizza from the crust Keep losers under my Timbs I ain't ever trusted rules Since I grew my lungs and limbs What I think is what I do And what I do is what I think Call me outsider but still I'm in tune with what's within. (yeah, yeah, yeah) I ain't settin' up shit up for you All you clowns have been upset My crew kickin' in the crib Then walks around with chicken legs Serpent lord puffin'immortal he's the loudest in the pack Feel like I am full of life Rap like I've a minute left Talk with Caps lock on and I don't Grasp my dong When I Rap on stage or else my Hand goes numb I'm implying that my phallus is so vast and long That when I try to pick it up my blood-flow can't prolong I'm what's real Define me? You can't define me No I ain't signing legally binding deals for money It's in the fine print Your hijinks grimey The fair behind me Redefine the field EXO I don't think you're really real No I don't really think you're real Show me how you really feel And don't hold back yourself You're claimin' that you will to steal Claimin' this and that but still Still, ay' let's talk about it You say they always 'bout it But wait till I call you out, then you break Can you close your mouth and-