SMITH.b - Thumpers

Know a lot of thumpers goin rabbid just to get the green
End up holding sticks. shit, i know the way the carrot swing
But the road less walked what im traveling
Independent team, made it spitting we beatboxing
Now im on your turf with a pair of cleats
Pressure in the pipes behind the eyes, I'm boutta blow some steam
Know the sound i bring always come with the dopamine
Your cannons are like new Rosanne, you never gonna air them things

All cap, clickbait title
Reply with a rivalry while setting a time trial
Get an inch from a mile, temperment typically wild
No hands, blasting two handed from a motorcycle
Your fresh pie might get two drops from my vial
Before it reaches your table and placed in front of your child
Always thinkin bout changing my name like Mystic Spiral
More work required like final underscore final final
I will go get my mans and his mans
To start blasting at your wedding car thats dragging the cans
To cover the blam blam, never alert the ham
Throw the cannon in can, clean the handle and scram AH
Goin viral shit my Fandom boutta have a Wiki
Helping homies get the cheese quickly, Johnathan Lipnicki
In stuart little. I wanna do more you won't expect me on
That movie was written by M. Night Shyamalan (no cap!)
(It really was!)

Know a lot of thumpers goin rabbid just to get the green
End up holding sticks. shit, i know the way the carrot swing
But the road less walked what im traveling
Independent team, made it spitting we beatboxing
Now im on your turf with a pair of cleats
Know this silenced pistol boutta whistle like a parakeet
Know the sound i bring always come with the dopamine
Your cannons are like new Rosanne, you never gonna air them things

I pull the 9, he pull the mac, touche
The 22 make you spin like you in tutu's doing pliea
The HK spray, I play with hammers, croquet
Bricks in my hand, throw two in the bush and slip away
Might fuck around give you a blood clot
Gave ya'll the game and still no case like a redbox
This Heckler and Koch knock a heckler off
Checkered record of chalk outlines on sidewalks
Shit im lying... But its fire tho
Thats the domain I stay in
We may enter even but ill deliver the final blow
You can tell em bout it when they seyance
Crayon spectrums under fingernails to rapping, mixing, tryna sell
Im spitting like im casting spells to what avail? Guess time will tell
May just pop up out the whale victorious
Evacuate Kyle Massey then burn the house where Cory is.

I know a lot of thumpers goin rabbid just to get the green
End up holding sticks. shit, i know the way the carrot swing
But the road less walked what im traveling
Independent team, made it spitting we beatboxing
Now im on your turf with a pair of cleats
Know this silenced pistol boutta whistle like a parakeet
Know the sound i bring always come with the dopamine
Your cannons are like new Rosanne, you never gonna air them things

Written by:
Bryce Smith

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