Epitome

[Verse 1]
Don’t pity me, I’m the epitome of peachy
There’s a pit in me, I’m preachy
And I’m pretty mean, but PG
Are you kidding me, they pitting me against the weak
Emcees, so you won’t see an end of me
I see an enemy like a sea anemone
And they ain't squishy, round
I don’t wish he’d drown
But they're hanging with fishy clowns
So they’re officially fishy, they could take ink and make art, but they
Stink of vape and all of the drinks they take from all the drinks they take
From coolers
(Don't do drugs kids)
'Cause they think it makes em cooler
But I’m colder, 'cause I’m sober (brr)
Was that a pun? Yeah, no durrr
Since I’ve been in a stroller
I’ve been grinding like a molar
But I’m finally recording
All my rhyming 'cause I’m older
And it’s brighter than a solar
Flare, truly rock inspired
So I’m bolder, but the beauty’s
In the eye of the beholder
I’ve got too much on the line to be cappin'
Kinda like it was scrimmage
They couldn’t picture me rapping
But now I’m a spitting image
Of the greats
And I’m finishing the tape
Hitting limits and they break
It’s been a minute since I ate
'Cause I’ve got a lot of unfinished business on my plate
Independent to the grave
And my Mrs. is a babe
Been getting kisses in the face
I’ve sorta got it like an orthodontist
Or a dentist when I get embraced

[Refrain]
Used to be people scoffing
Oh you rapping, wow
But nobody's laughing now
Everyone's asking how
They used to cast me out
Now I’m the cat’s meow
They used to cast me out
Now I’m the cat’s meow

[Verse 2]
Finna be handing out
Hits, kinda like Pacquiao
But I can't be tapping out
No, there ain't no backing out
Dominate
I ain’t sleeping, I’m awake
But if they sleeping, imma make the
Cynics stir, since the stern
Sinner's turned sinister
Looking neat when I’m cooking beats
I don’t simmer, stir, or boil
In my center’s turmoil
Y’all don’t know the turmoil
Something’s grinding your gears
Y’all don’t know the term oil
Maybe if I had a girl who was stable
I’d be a little better, from my head
To my ankles, but if she ain’t cool
As the winter weather, I ain’t finna sweat her
If she always stressing over labels
All the angles and the filters, never
Bout her ego, and if it’ll let her
Even fit her head into my Twitter header
Friends telling me “you could blow up”
I could make a supernova from a notepad
Half the puns I include are over your head
Like a lunar rover, 'cause they so rad
I flow like a super soaker, I could never do it slower, and I know that
I’m flyer than Super Grover, with the pen
I’m a Super soldier, but that’s no Cap