Just Rappin' Video (MV)

Back up in the booth
Back packing, like I'm the dude
Who be flossing, but I ain't bragging
A cavity in the tooth
I be matching with avid goons
Ain't no capping, I'm at the room
Now I'm smashing a rabid loon
Get to yabadaba and doing it
Grabbing a camera crew
When I'm mad, it's a gat and boom
In a swinging a hammer mood
Got an anarchist attitude
With some animalistic views
Going ham when I spam a movement
I'm understanding the youth
When I'm over stating influence
A bamma, a fashion noob
I go Banner, on Gamma fluid
No MAGA, will matter to em
I'm bashing their madder views
I'm a passionate, rapping toon
I'll be smacking, the ass and boobs
Of an actor, reactive spooner
And dash fore the crack of noon
I'm an addict of rap and poon
Any crack, and a bag of shrooms
I done had it, with all detractors
Attack em with half a broom
They get mad, when I'm on that factual
But clap to lacking truth
I mean I'm laughing as it happens
I'm cracking my mandible
I'm as Shaggy as shaggy do
Scooby snacking, and grabbin food
I been smashing with half the group
Velma, Daphne, and Scrappy too
Ain't no Freddy, that bastard's through
Over taking, I'm Master Wu
I'm that dragon, like dragging pacifist's
Asses across the room
I been chasing the baddest prudes
It's a racket, unmask em fool
When I crack em, I blast medullas
They get ratchet and pass the lube
Rocking flannel, like axing wood
Lumberjacking, I'll crash the coup
Man, I'm back, from the padded room
Y'all still gassing the wackest dudes
Man it's tragic, they couldn't hack it
They slacking, and that's the truth
Man the pastor irrational
Want me strapped in a lab with tubes
Couldn't fathom the act of passion
I passed in his nana's womb
People Stanning, this man, I knew
They ain't having it, fandom true
They done heard that I'm eating rappers
Like candy, was wack to do
Betchu you thought I was finna rhyme alla that with a cannibal
Man a sample, a can of soup
Appetizer, what I can do
Hand a beat and I'll beat it badly
I'll batter it, pass the sugar
I'm baking, without the flour
I'm firing back at you
I'm a fire man, antonym
Cuz I'm fired up, afternoon
In the summer, without a pool
Man I'm harder than traffic school
Ain't no wonder y'all steady driving me
Madder than passed the moon
I be sonning rappers so easily
Just like attaching to em
It's adoption day and clearly, I had to just have a few
Call up Hanson, your man's will sue
Can't stand when they asking who
Be the rappers, I'm messing with
Like a fan, Imma fan to cool
Cuz I'm hot as Amanda, whoops
I'm as hot as an African woman
I'm banned from any Janice or Megan unless it's Goode
Charles Manson in black and blue
Getting slapped by a hand or two
From a catholic branded troupe
Antagonists, brash and rude
Got a hatchet I'll get to hacking
Like cancerous hackers do
Then I'm going ghost in a phantom
I'm blaring some Rak-Su
I'll go Cardi, and rob a woman
While taking her snacks too
Cuz she ballin, and lick my balls
When we kick it like Shaq-Fu
Knowing me, I'll be too addicted
I'll hit in the bathroom
Give her brain while she on the toilet
Mathematician playing Sudoku
Still, I got an aptitude
To do the habits I exude
So Imma get to getting psycho
Something that I have to do
But all these people sleeping on me
Yet they have a lassitude
Cuz they complaining bout these rappers
They be steady snapping to
While I been slaving on these beats
A nigga lacking latitude
And I been going mad as hell
While heaven's on beatitudes
Man, I don't mess with all these trappers
Just because they rapping too
And I ain't dapping every backer that be dabbing to my tunes
Tell them niggas cut the chatter, check the grammar, add a hook
When I'm done with all the yacking, last chapter of this book