Thelonious - Bad News (feat. Forest Gumption)

Oh it's recording
Sick man
That means I should be rapping what the fuck
Okay
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Bad news bearer with a half used
Bag full of rap jewels
At your gravestone in my tap shoes
Bumping cash rules
With a baddie half nude left her back bruised
Then sung a sad blues for these whack dudes
Uh
I kick in the door to the classrooms
Like finger fuck your lesson plan
Almost made the record jam
Promise I'll keep my rhyme as short as your attention span
On the clock and got your head spinning like the second hand
Bad habit for rappers to have in they habitat
It's mad tragic
Ya angry I laugh at it
Even might chuckle twice
I'm far from the humble type
You scared to take ya chances you juggle dice
I got 'em on the edges of they seats so buckle tight
Prepared to do the whole nine yards never fumble hikes
Mother fucker what a life
The savage vandal
All my competition straight ass like the fattest handful

Uh
Like the fattest handful
Keep it going
Imma just fucking
Straight through fuck it I don't give a shit bitch
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Champion gear that I rock you'd get your boots knocked
Obtuse sipping juicebox
On the block loose
Couple screws loose toss
Fuckers off of rooftops
'Cause you rapping niggas can't hang until the noose drops
Fill the tomb 'til the tune stops
In here to consume
I came with a boom and I left with a few props
Now be advised
The rap game lacks guides
A fat cash prize and I got 'em on they last lives
I'm at the tiptop of Hip-Hop
And if not I'm a skip hop
I peep these rappers with fists locked when my shit drops
I just yell out tsk tsk
Let my shit drop
While I sit and sip pop
Kick rocks bitch watch I'm off the meters
On the clifftops dropping bombs far as it reaches
Wristwatch going Tick Tock for non-believers
'Cause niggas' getting picked off
I'm hoping y'all can see this
I'm a hazard
For half of you bastards
I massacre tracks
A disaster with rap slurs
Tried to speak my mind it was half heard
And now I got my fucking foot on your neck and I'm waiting on ya last word

I'm waiting on ya last word
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I'm waiting on ya last word
Told my boy Forest Gumption hit this shit one time like that
Uh

Yo I smack rap kids
With the impact of a crash from a bad trip
Reality hits like a brick
Leave a cracked rib
Make the pussy go crazy like catnip
Hit your girl from the back send her back home with a bad limp
I'm at Chiato's eating crab dip
With fettuccine add shrimp
Either that or blackened charred catfish
Straight madness
Spit heat but I keep cool
These weak dudes ain't MC's I just see food
Please
Y'all 'bout as soft as some pea soup
Chicks harassing me on some hashtag me too
Ay
Shoutout to my feminists
I'm hella fresh
Got the lemon zest and the denim vest
Gumption man

Written by:
Jackson Parlevliet, Thelonious Francis

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