Letra de Love Music, Pt. 4 - Ren

Ugh

Love Music, Part 4

I feel like sometimes some ideas are just a little bit overdone, d'you know what I mean?

Don't even know what to rap about anymore, I feel like I'm just getting older and more cynical

We're all gonna die anyway, fuck it (1, 2, 3, 4)

Oh yeah, put the rap game in a chokehold

Sometimes I might get a bit loco, yeah

Feeling kinda sick in the coco

And I don't really feel right

Oh yeah, feeling kinda antisocial

I think I'm gonna blow Chernobyl, yeah

Going off the grid and I'm postal

And I don't really feel right

Testing, testing, mic check, please

And I'm back for part four 'cause I killed part three

And you still know me, still the same OG

But I've been low key, ADHD

'Cause I get distracted as the world collapses

From the wars that we wage to the COVID vaccine

I was born in an age where the ozone's cracking

I've been off the stage, I've been away from rapping but

I'm back on my feet

Back on the track, I'm attacking the beat

Back with a baseball bat, flow sweet

Rat-a-tat-tat, I'm a rap athlete

I'm the don, diggy don when I burn like the Sun

Fee-fi-fo-fum, jack my beanstalk off in your mum

Just for fun with her knickers half on

Give her wonton soup 'cause she wants some cum

Oh yeah, put the rap game in a chokehold

Sometimes I might get a bit loco, yeah

Feeling kinda sick in the coco

And I don't really feel right

Oh yeah, feeling kinda antisocial

I think I'm gonna blow Chernobyl, yeah

Going off the grid and I'm postal

And I don't really feel right

I'm a reprobate

I'm in a public park while I masturbate

And I don't put out till the second date

By that I mean put her in my basement, wait

Giggity giggity, it's polygamy rap

Give her the lickity-flickity while I'm beating her back

She gets giggly, wiggly when I go in to tap

And I'm the god of fertility when I do it like that

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers

I picked up the letters of the alphabet and pulled apart then put together

Finger licking chicken I'm dipping flipping the architecture

Do it better, rap professor, kill a track then resurrect the

Tip of the top of the hip and the hop and I'm ripping a drop when I dip in the spot

And I'm dripping in relevance, I am a veteran, better than most of pick of the crop

I mutilate a broken break, communicate with stupid pace

Now wait

When I do it like that with the flow then you know that I'm cold

Colder than cold, I'm sub-zero

Got that Yeezus flow, make your penis grow

"Oh, Jesus, bro, why'd you stoop so low?"

Well, maybe I'm a little bit immature

I use jokes just to cope 'cause I'm insecure

C'est la vie, what will be, what has been before

Will repeat and repeat on the beat, oh Lord, I'm sorry

Halle Berry-lujiah

Halle Berry, do ya wanna show ya hooters?

Lick my monster balls and start a rumor

You can give me head like my name was Henry Tudor

Booyah, back on the beat

Kill a Backstreet Boy with the back of my feet

She text back your boy for some meet and greet

In the backseat, boy, I'll be slapping her cheeks

Kill 'em when the bassline go

Kill 'em with the suicide flow

Kill 'em with a four by four

Killing 'em wherever I go

Kill 'em with the rhythm that I'm kicking with precision

I'm efficient with my vision, I'm a villain with the flow

When I kill it, kill it, kill 'em, I'm killing 'em with ambition

Demolition, a magician turning tracks to gold

Oh yeah, put the rap game in a chokehold

Sometimes I might get a bit loco, yeah

Feeling kinda sick in the coco

And I don't really feel right

Oh yeah, feeling kinda antisocial

I think I'm gonna blow Chernobyl, yeah

Going off the grid and I'm postal

And I don't really feel right

Oh yeah, put the rap game in a chokehold

Sometimes I might get a bit loco, yeah

Feeling kinda sick in the coco

And I don't really feel right

And I don't really feel right

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