VOMIT by ANGRY BLACKMEN Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Competing with my competitors
I’m better than, most of these fuck niggas and Redditors
A Predator, preying on niggas with heat vision
But really I’m talking shit, I’m better at sneak dissing, I promise
I’m just trying to be honest, that Angry black is on the rise man that shit is iconic
Sip the flow like it's tonic, I’m Dr Dre with Chronic
I got them Super Sonic bars like fucking with SEGA
Bitch, I'm the alpha omega. It’s the return of the god flow
Chi town nigga witta bit of a Nas flow
These rappers is not cold
These rappers don’t got flow
Modern ass life like you fucking with Rocko
Nacho: libre, I'm going Jack Black on you rap fucks
Hoes love a nigga that can rap tough, homie where ya rap bucks?
Stacking hella cheese on you rat fucks
This the kinda flow that make you act up nigga!
Back up nigga! I don’t know you like that bruh
All I really do is spit facts bruh
Watch a nigga rack up: all this residual payment though
Beautiful black and you hate me though
Watch how I ratio: like this is Twitter
I know you seeing the moves, you bitter
I ain’t got nothing to prove to niggas
I’m rapping so I can get through to you niggas (aye)
[Verse 2]
Gotta bring the fire, lighter
I'm hotter than ya Grandma
Favorite potpaya, spider
Crawling on the beat
Bring the mask out
Cover up my face
Bitch I'm bout to act out
Got my ass out bout to pass out
Gotta trash mouth
Laugh now cry later
That's a lash out
Buzzin' like cicadas
Who the best out
We don't stress out
Drink liquor till the vomit
'Bout to splash out
I'm JPEG spitting
In a fans mouth
Do no hand outs
What you put in, what you get out
Dip out fist to ya
Mouth, one chance
Knock ya shit out
I don't care bout nothing
But I'm something to
You heathens that
Be breathin'
For a reason
Every season
I be schemin' I'm out of
Pocket I got my rocket
If I don't profit
I told Q stay smooth
We about to rob em
Deathbomb squash em
Tarantino montage em
Oblige em
Strange love
Visit Pornhub
Eyes Wide Shut
'Cuz some shit bout to pop up
Stiff in the morning
Brick as I'm yawning
I'm missing belongings
Piss on my opponents
Sipping on patron
Out of space zone
Gotta lot of truth
Make yo mind blown
Half you rappers
In my time zone
Imitate like a rhinestone
Writers block got me
Feeling like my prime gone
Let it shine on
Motherfucker
Competing with my competitors
I’m better than, most of these fuck niggas and Redditors
A Predator, preying on niggas with heat vision
But really I’m talking shit, I’m better at sneak dissing, I promise
I’m just trying to be honest, that Angry black is on the rise man that shit is iconic
Sip the flow like it's tonic, I’m Dr Dre with Chronic
I got them Super Sonic bars like fucking with SEGA
Bitch, I'm the alpha omega. It’s the return of the god flow
Chi town nigga witta bit of a Nas flow
These rappers is not cold
These rappers don’t got flow
Modern ass life like you fucking with Rocko
Nacho: libre, I'm going Jack Black on you rap fucks
Hoes love a nigga that can rap tough, homie where ya rap bucks?
Stacking hella cheese on you rat fucks
This the kinda flow that make you act up nigga!
Back up nigga! I don’t know you like that bruh
All I really do is spit facts bruh
Watch a nigga rack up: all this residual payment though
Beautiful black and you hate me though
Watch how I ratio: like this is Twitter
I know you seeing the moves, you bitter
I ain’t got nothing to prove to niggas
I’m rapping so I can get through to you niggas (aye)
[Verse 2]
Gotta bring the fire, lighter
I'm hotter than ya Grandma
Favorite potpaya, spider
Crawling on the beat
Bring the mask out
Cover up my face
Bitch I'm bout to act out
Got my ass out bout to pass out
Gotta trash mouth
Laugh now cry later
That's a lash out
Buzzin' like cicadas
Who the best out
We don't stress out
Drink liquor till the vomit
'Bout to splash out
I'm JPEG spitting
In a fans mouth
Do no hand outs
What you put in, what you get out
Dip out fist to ya
Mouth, one chance
Knock ya shit out
I don't care bout nothing
But I'm something to
You heathens that
Be breathin'
For a reason
Every season
I be schemin' I'm out of
Pocket I got my rocket
If I don't profit
I told Q stay smooth
We about to rob em
Deathbomb squash em
Tarantino montage em
Oblige em
Strange love
Visit Pornhub
Eyes Wide Shut
'Cuz some shit bout to pop up
Stiff in the morning
Brick as I'm yawning
I'm missing belongings
Piss on my opponents
Sipping on patron
Out of space zone
Gotta lot of truth
Make yo mind blown
Half you rappers
In my time zone
Imitate like a rhinestone
Writers block got me
Feeling like my prime gone
Let it shine on
Motherfucker