Coma-Toast

[Verse 1]
Unique skills they be mine, no one else you’ll find
That rhymes this good looks this fine, not like Drake
Every line I write is mine, off to the races
Rap so sick leavin you in a comatose stasis
I’m the guy your girlfriend maces I cum it’s Gambino faces!
Sitting as you vegetate, flow incinerates, try and concentrate Magic begins I levitate nothing to insinuate
Please just concentrate for me this flow is meditative
Ah shit! Fuck around and you’ll meet my shiv, what if you did? What if you didn't? Doesn't matter anyway my ass you will kiss it Being hot shit, don't you just miss it?
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck my music explicit, you don't like it?
Then don't listen, your opinion I won't be missin
Some lyrics be dissin, but oh well, who can tell?
Is that a black eye nah man I just fell, okay...
If you think you can run with the big dogs you're in denial
I’m a marathon! And you're just a mile
But even if you leaner and meaner and I'm just a dirty ass beaner
I’ll still take your breath away, keep it all locked away
Wait until the life slips away
Then give it back to you so you can say “okay man I'm sorry”!
My music unusual, lyrics people don’t listen to
So how can I prove to you that hip hop can be beautiful?

[Breakdown]
Hip-Hop can be beautiful...it can be beautiful...
(Nah fuck that)

[Verse 2]
This that titty rap, I ain’t an aristocrat
I just peacock so she can see me, eat da pussy raw shashimi
Then I Krispy Kreme thee, cause she’s tired of not having
The real thing, Tex-Mex, you ain’t the real thing, safe sex
Yolo, no latex, oh no no no no, yes, I, made this to impress, I
Think that I’m the best, sorry that’s crazy, a nobody
Not who you think I be, Ted Bundy
So look I don't hit women
But I’ll slap a dyke while riding my bike because
I fight for equal rights, and yeah I got big mouth
A great white, so I’m flipping the script on this rhyming shit
I ain't rhyming it I'm making up the rules cause this is Simon says Flip a coin, tails or heads, either way I need my meds
In your devices like the feds, ay bitch look under your bed
It’s me, the monster, I’m the fear you cannot conquer
I look like I belong in concord, but my vernacular more like oxford Comma, hold up, hold up, ay, hate that Migos flow, ay
Walk it like I talk it, ay, all my bitches bad and boujee, ay
Man I sound so fuckin gay, ay
So when it’s all said and done this is what my first year?
Dropping songs back to back to back
Sounding like I’m having a heart attack attack attack
Whether or not you hate me or love me, stay mindful
Won't hesitate to remind you, supernatural different
Like the reign of a new king with his shiny crown
Until I die I can't put this mic down
I’m a sick pup send me to the pound
Don’t copy anybody else’s sound
My lyrical inflection like receiving lethal injections, it’s all rigged
U.S. elections, it’s all fixed, Cali to the six, I’m making hits
Soon there'll be diamonds all on up my wrist
Soon there’ll be diamonds up on my wrist bitch!