Cosmicprank - Shinkansen (feat. 46LyrCa)

Churn tracks out like Detroit Michigan's cars
Goin' hard 'til all my carbs from spots with Michelin stars
Lightheaded like non-diabetics getting insulin charged
Sickened and scarred; with significant bars
Third gen my friend, rocking rubies and sapphires
Used to smoke fat but that campfire transpired
Now I got one purpose and it's probably worthless
But what you think, I'm bout to buy a bike and ride to Sturgis
Tired of these wastoids talkin like its a hobby bruh
Split your camp up like y'all were fuckin Yugoslavia
You'll be seeing me first rapper in classic operas,
And we'll be seeing you first rappers to die from cholera
My cash stack tall like that White Claw company
Your doughs small like Japanese bike lock companies
Yeah I'm out in Tuscany, practicing sins of gluttony
You at home broke pushing XBOX buttons, B!

Man they all jealous like eighth graders
Whole damn crew up and down like some day traders
Y'all the type to try and get high off of paint scrapers
Passed out cold waking' up like a day later
Try and fuck with me you'll straight up get straight razor
My guy realize that you're in grave danger
Yeah I know I don't look much like a weight trainer
But I'll still leave you with a damn pace maker
Man they all jealous like eighth graders
Whole damn crew up and down like some day traders
Y'all the type to try and get high off of paint scrapers
Passed out cold waking up like a day later
Try and fuck with me you'll straight up get straight razor
My guy realize that you're in grave danger
Yeah I know I don't look much like a weight trainer
But I'll still leave you with a damn pace maker

Man I'm the Shinkansen moving, much too fast
For any to impinge on me or get in my path
Fuckin obliterate ya, if it comes to that
And it's real time in real life cant run it back
I'm not letting anybody stop me from my possibly
Don't try and correct me, I'm talkin' wantonly
Type of guy who's confident without camaraderie
I know instantly intimately if you're gossipy
So, what Cha gonna say to my face
I'm no, android boy I get up in tight space
See a girl with nice face she sayin nice place
After me, her ex an after thought, like myspace
I don't go for taken girls on some here comes a new challenger
I catch them when they're right, cleverer than JD Salinger
I've never been much of a moderator or a balancer
My Strange Addiction's cynics hating me for the whole calendar

Man they all jealous like eighth graders
Whole damn crew up and down like some day traders
Y'all the type to try and get high off of paint scrapers
Passed out cold waking up like a day later
Try and fuck with me you'll straight up get straight razor
My guy realize that you're in grave danger
Yeah I know I don't look much like a weight trainer
But I'll still leave you with a damn pace maker

Written by:
Thomas Dente

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