[Chorus: kenny bauer]
Mmm, I feel like Pharrell, can't sing so well, but I feel like Estelle
I paint up a world with color pastels, I'm givin' you knowledge like I'm Jarrell
I ain't doin' no favors, pussy, nah, this ain't a battle, pussy
Give me an addy and give me a day, I'ma cumshot his face and reveal the rookie
[Verse 1: kenny bauer]
I know you in love with the passion, 6-7, not 67, stop askin'
Skrilla'd flip you and turn you to ashes, [?] in the back of the 7-Eleven
Fake glasses, can't see, can't read (Illiterate), [?] in yo' Instagram feed
I'm killin' fascists with the machine, but you dropped six songs to get to me
Huh, why yo' mother race a liar and a bitch?
Talk so much shit (What?), man you sound like a snitch
And after six shades (Huh?), you still need a fix
Off the record, be singin' like Stitch, shit, shit, shit
Pulled a Mike Jack' and told 'em to beat it
He don't mind, my load finna feed him
[Chorus: kenny bauer]
Damn, I feel like Pharrell, can't sing so well, but I feel like Estelle
I paint up a world with color pastels, I'm givin' you knowledge like I'm Jarrell
I ain't doin' no favors, pussy, nah, this ain't a battle, pussy
Give me an addy and give me a day, I'ma cumshot his face and reveal the rookie
[Verse 2: Lil 86]
Mmm, claim you killed six or seven, maybe eight niggas with a broken Glocky (Yeah)
Then you lost your partner, started gettin' cocky (Yeah)
Makin' crazy statements just for entertainment and you labeled that shit as a passion project (What?)
It look like the passion is absent, like ya' father (Bastard)
Right after I called yo' ass out on it, I guess yo' mic died, 'cause you stopped all the chattin' (Pussy)
You just a wannabe pussy out here sayin' nigga, nigga, why you rappin'?