Foster House - 2020

Put out this rap album to out rap em
Smash mouth em
Hey now, you're a all star I'm a black chasm
At the center of the galaxy that'll out last em
Now that's awesome
Y'all some, zombies on some bath salts, and I'm fast talking
These assholes think they mad dogs
But they actually trash bags used to stash dog shit
You spit fire
I'm a stunt suit used to crash cars in
Flame retardant, stupid hot
The truth is you are not
Super human gods pray to me like some Huguenots
Tell my Uber drop me at the swap meet
Set up shop and drop some hot beats
You should cop three
I produce a lot
I got heat and it's not free
Convicted shooter locked
Got keys, you can't stop me
Use your illusion
Guns n Roses, roses in guns
Vietnam protests might sober you up
From the fog of war
My references are over your guts
Maybe not anymore, but only if It opens you up
Overflowing your cup
My pictures printed on posters in pubs
Propaganda probably poisoning posers and punks
Pussies

They always want something from me
There's no clones only one me
They blood sucking money hungry
And my foresight twenty-twenty, yeah
They always want something from me
There's no clones only one me
They blood sucking money hungry
And my foresight twenty-twenty

And I did this album to disembowel them
This is now one wicked outcome you can't outrun
5000 climbing down from the throne on the highest mountain
I'm the rain when the clouds come
Look at how dumb they all sound
Like this is one big fucking clown show
What's that shit about yo
Are they really serious
They just inferior specimens
Let them in
Lock the door and let's begin
Cuz many men have tried, but none have succeeded
Cuz I'm undefeated and what they need is practice
The fact is I am atlas
I got the world on my back bitch
And I got your girl doing backflips
And I'm a cool mothafucka like Sigmund Freud
Collect call, Bob, we had a baby it's ya boy
Camtron, can't run, gonna get destroyed
I'm like leg day
I am what these kids avoid
Cuz this particular curriculum is for the meticulous
Strictly business when I get up in this don't be ridiculous
It's been rigorous and strenuous
But when you get this feeling there's really just no comparison
I swear it's embarrassing that they

They always want something from me
There's no clones only one me
They blood sucking money hungry
And my foresight twenty-twenty, yeah
They always want something from me
There's no clones only one me
They blood sucking money hungry
And my foresight twenty-twenty

Buddha
Buddha
Buddha
Buddha
Buddha
Buddha

I'ma drop a album to arouse 'em
Straight douse 'em
Spittin' fire stretching out my vocals call me J Dhalsim
Not a street fighter, but I seem like a M. Bison
I am bossing
Y'all some, food platters all these new rappers, auto-tune slackers
All they do is move ass backwards
I'm a booty slapper
Super dapper, who the music plug
I'm the new adapter
You could use a hug I'm spreading love and yelling buddha after
BUDDHA
Listen, my position calmer, but I'm spittin' harder
Call up your physician have 'em scribble a prescription for ya
This a different karma cuz you didn't listen when I warned ya
Y'all are kids and I'm ya father go sit in the corner
Bitch I'm Rick n Morty with this shit gripping a portal gun
Audio bring the audience to auditoriums
Automatic mind eraser wasn't what you thought it was
All you see is my I-G page with all the little hearts lit up
Yo Mirk, you that dude, but you bout to out rap who
I will get on your track and out rap you
Foster House crew it's not a diss we mad cool
That's just how we do
Don't make us have to get at you

They always want something from me
There's no clones only one me
They blood sucking money hungry
And my foresight twenty-twenty
They always want something from me
There's no clones only one me
They blood sucking money hungry
And my foresight twenty-twenty

Written by:
Cameron Rivers, Jayson Deshields, Joshua Mirsky

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