Swamp Water

[CopyPat]

I'm a goddamn indigenous, all natural lyricist. The wrong man to be friggin with. Carry more metal than a Pyeong Chang Olympian. Rhymes are all slants, amphibian frog rap, I swim in it. And revel in the moment forever when I'm flowin. Your rhymes are pretty basic, with that kinda shitty gay shit. Your style is sitting stagnant while I'm flying, you can find me in a spaceship. Higher than a Great Brit tryna get his teeath fixed, under anesthetic. Lol. You fuckers had a dentist? I'm such an avid swinger and you're a fuckin average pitcher. So it's a deep grand slam when i crush this fly to center. Step inside and get brushed aside like a pesticided insect. You left eyeing lopez, your best rhymes are so dead. I'm the death defying, mesmerising, electrifying dope head. You best arrive with both techs ready and loaded. Cause I'm extra fly it's code red when i am flowin. I send my opponents directly to the grave when the semi is loaded cause I'm heavy with the gauge. I'm every bit enraged slash/gentleman. The laid back penmanship is evident the way Pat enters it in messages. Your brain lacks excellence. My brain packs chemicals that make rap effortless. Irregular K-Pax intelligence whenever I lace tracks with medicine. So stay back. Before i go straight HAM, and get in this straight jacket, sentenced to make classics with sentences way savage. Head of the main family, already been made actually. Steady get paid rapidly, my pen is in waste management, bitches.




Tryna get back, sorry about the gun bars? Haha. Slowly coming back to me. Where hollandaise at?!!