Bogus! - Missing Texture

Sippin' it dippin it' whippin' it, aye

All of you bitches my hinderance, aye

I am the POTUS, you act like you bogus

You losing your traction, whip up in the focus

I’m puffin' it passin' it slammin' it, aye

Do what I want fuck opinions, aye

Drop what I want fuck toxicity, aye

Yo mom’s in the crib and she flirtin' me, aye

Going on gold, I don’t mess around

Sneak into your room, do not make a sound

Lift up on your fold, you know I’m a hound

Make fun of dead kids, I know I’m hell bound

I skrrt on the street when I’m with my fleet

Go on hide your face we know you’re obsolete

Froze up to my neck and froze down to my toes, I’m flexing on bitches I am in

my zone

Dressed in all black everything I do malicious

Sneak into your house gonna make yo bitch my mistress

Duckin' and weavin' and sleazin' on shit

She suckin' and suckin' I call her my tick

Roll over show belly you might even itch

Dropping this heat yeah now that is my twitch

I be flashin' and dashin' just look at my wrist

Annoying broke boys go home you are cysts

Climate like this label y’all misogynist

Show me to your dad let him ask «what's this?»

«Oh come on Dad it’s like the cool shit»

Then show me to your mom all you get is «tsk tsk»

Run it up run it up run it up, aye

You and your bitch see me coming up, aye

Soon enough I’ll be on top of shit, aye

Squad keep on thriving we fuck it up, aye

Man fuck a hook all I do is real long verses

Couple tracks in steady filling up hearses

Snowball mic really proving to be worth it

I’m known to avoid any petty ass searches

Testing out all kinds of differing flows

I make it easy to snatch up a hoe

If you know me I fuck heavy with clothes

Try to keep up with Iwata it’s gold

All I hear from your ass is trash

Like it’s On Sunday we pass the hash

Calling me Trump cause I peak with the mass

All of you fuckers stay stuck eating grass

My homie Hawley be tootin' on brass

Shoutout Lil Codeine he shattered his brass

J. Lil and Bragg be puffin on gas

Stay reppin with Billy, Dub Undy, and Chad

Meme game strong

Show me thongs

Rap all day long

Donkey Kong

Round 1 gone

Round 2's on

Do you like my little song?

Nursery rhymes for little bitches

Post up man gonna end up with stitches

Skittle on the tongue can you taste the rainbow

Fly so high I can touch the rainbow

Blessing this earth with some ambience

Pioneer my flow like a renaissance

Fuck with me I prolly don’t fuck with you

Your bitch wanna play with my nuts what’s new?

I-I-I lead the shit cuz I bleed the shit

I take it wrap it up and seize the shit

I’m raised in a land that’s full of fucked hicks

I’m raised in a school that’s soaked in sucked dicks

Praised by a jumble of jocks like we fit

Stay to myself and stick to my own clique

Man fuck the kid who really loves 'Click'

He ditched the crew for a secondary clit

Trying to appease this dude is fuckin' tiring

Bout to bring back the meme «Dear Diary»

What the fuck you want bitch?

I got what you need

Recite my last song cause you’re a shitstreak, aye

Fuck a job, I rather fuck a bitch

Where’s your green shit?

Mothafuck you and your green dick

Lyrically put a slit over both wrists

13 reasons, I’m a bit nauseous, stay cautious

Now I’m off that shit, and yo, who really knows?

A couple more bites coulda called me Cujo

I’ve learned through all the years and tears and beers that you can never

really bear to wear the tears

So fuck it I’mma make hype shit who cares?

Yeah one of these days I’mma fuckin' get mine

I prey on controversy like my name E. Klein

I spook all the kiddies like R.L. Stine

Hop out the coupe hands up freeze tag

Spongebob said put the money in the bag

I got a big sack and a shiny green hat

Yo kids see ghosts Kanye, Cudi, E. Gadd

I’ve dismantled you and berated you

How is you feeling, how sane are you?

Nobody can get me like MJ can do

Making me loco like Looney Tunes

If you challenge me it’s a fucking game set

Make a joke and jet, you know I leave 'em wet

Fold 'em or hold 'em or call 'em, what’s your bet?

The only question left to ask is «what's next?»