Wax Patter - Mittens

Bitchslap bitchslap bitchslap bitchslap bitchslap
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Bitchslap
Bitchslap
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Bitchslap
Bitchslap you don't wanna be the one to get that
It's that clap trap you don't wanna be the one to pick that
It's that dam microphone
Gonna have to wash your mouth with soap
Gonna have to call this mountain home
Cuz you ain't climbing up
It's that bang shit that yall talking bout
Hold the phone I got it
It's that language that yall spouting out
I'll control the faucet
What's my name
That's Wax Patter
Choppin up these words with my axe patterns
Fuckin up my head cuz I think backwords
If you didn't know this part is after
See I wanna hold it down but I'm trynna rise like I'm made out of helium
I want the goldest crown not the one made from corrupted materials
I gotta I gotta I gotta plan do you not see it yet
Yeah I want the bands to grow like a cancer call it insidious
Bitchslap you don't wanna be the one to get that
Bitchslap you don't wanna be the one to get that
Bitchslap
Bitchslap
Bitchslap
Bitchslap
I suppose Imma see some snow boy I'm getting cold diabolical
Problem solving is my hobby I been through some trauma and it's made me strong Enough
Clap your hands if you know it
Happy is as happy does
In with the sands when I'm flowing
Leave ya choking on this dust
Sad faces ooh baby yall wait
Few aces in my sleeves I'll play
Fell in love with this shit so I'm staying
What you see is what it is
Ain't no faking I'm just saying Goddam

Written by:
Darren Yeats

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