Whimsickle by Melvin Burch Lyrics
[Intro]
Doubt me... or not
[Verse 1]
This is my-
Idiot flow, I know nothing, gimmie this dough, I'll make a throne, pray to this hideous troll, City of Gold
Know what I did? Don't even ask me how
Just know I'm sick of classy, it's ashy now
Dry snitching on myself, I been nasty now for 7 years
You ain't know because I pad me down
Now the pad is gone, gettin' my graduate on
Now I'm schooling these rappers, I work for Degrassi now
No diss, I'm just feeling myself behind the pulpit
I'm a kid Catholic priest as I smash this beat
Yeah, that fruit was hanging low, I suppose
Oh, I don't know; like I said, it's my idiot flow
I don't mean to offend, I do mean to impose
You consider rap a game, well, I see the controls
You mash, I master, I'm a shark in the game
It only looks like I'm cheating, before you start to complain
[Hook]
I'ma kill this thing just because, and
I'ma kill that thing just because, and
I'ma kill everything just because I'm dope, and nope, that ain't just because
Yep
I'ma kill this thing just because, and
I'ma kill that thing just because, and
I'ma kill everything just because I'm dope, and nope, that ain't just because
Yep
[Verse 2]
Wrestling with omens; Damien; Sandow
In my bed, and I'm passed out like a handout
Dreaming that I'm turnt off the Bull, too cool
Drunk driving with your girl in the back, let me Stan out
You're on the sideline, shut up while I stand out
Friends left, but I'm alright, guess it panned out
Now I'm center stage
But if you were there at the start, then it's post-magic show; you've been amazed
That's why I'm biting flows, you should already know me
Plus, the game keeps screaming that I'm OP
And leave to the net, that means I'm a [redacted]
I say dudes mad at getting blown out
Guess I got that dope mouth
Every time I spit, no doubt
They're telling you don't speak
Hella good advice, homie
When it comes to rap, you shouldn't be involved
More than underground; I'll put you underneath it all
[Verse 3]
You wack, I'm great, nothing left to say
How you the future? I'm better than you yesterday
They say cause I got chipper, I dun' got illa'
But that sad kid, spit that blue flame; Godzilla
Have an issue? Come visit, you know my villa
Actin' like you can't find me, 2Pac killa
Yeah, you should make way for me, but not "nilla"
I ain't cookie cutter, just because I don't pop triggas'
But I'll "gratata" from the mouth; no Bryan Silva
I don't see you ever seeing me, you eyeing Velma
I dropped my glasses, oops, and a classic
Your life is the plastic bag I line my trash with
Your raps are tragic, you're in the wrong field
So I beg you, for Christ's sake, find your passion
I'm either the Grim Reaper or 10 nickels
Killing the game just cause; whimsickle
Doubt me... or not
[Verse 1]
This is my-
Idiot flow, I know nothing, gimmie this dough, I'll make a throne, pray to this hideous troll, City of Gold
Know what I did? Don't even ask me how
Just know I'm sick of classy, it's ashy now
Dry snitching on myself, I been nasty now for 7 years
You ain't know because I pad me down
Now the pad is gone, gettin' my graduate on
Now I'm schooling these rappers, I work for Degrassi now
No diss, I'm just feeling myself behind the pulpit
I'm a kid Catholic priest as I smash this beat
Yeah, that fruit was hanging low, I suppose
Oh, I don't know; like I said, it's my idiot flow
I don't mean to offend, I do mean to impose
You consider rap a game, well, I see the controls
You mash, I master, I'm a shark in the game
It only looks like I'm cheating, before you start to complain
[Hook]
I'ma kill this thing just because, and
I'ma kill that thing just because, and
I'ma kill everything just because I'm dope, and nope, that ain't just because
Yep
I'ma kill this thing just because, and
I'ma kill that thing just because, and
I'ma kill everything just because I'm dope, and nope, that ain't just because
Yep
[Verse 2]
Wrestling with omens; Damien; Sandow
In my bed, and I'm passed out like a handout
Dreaming that I'm turnt off the Bull, too cool
Drunk driving with your girl in the back, let me Stan out
You're on the sideline, shut up while I stand out
Friends left, but I'm alright, guess it panned out
Now I'm center stage
But if you were there at the start, then it's post-magic show; you've been amazed
That's why I'm biting flows, you should already know me
Plus, the game keeps screaming that I'm OP
And leave to the net, that means I'm a [redacted]
I say dudes mad at getting blown out
Guess I got that dope mouth
Every time I spit, no doubt
They're telling you don't speak
Hella good advice, homie
When it comes to rap, you shouldn't be involved
More than underground; I'll put you underneath it all
[Verse 3]
You wack, I'm great, nothing left to say
How you the future? I'm better than you yesterday
They say cause I got chipper, I dun' got illa'
But that sad kid, spit that blue flame; Godzilla
Have an issue? Come visit, you know my villa
Actin' like you can't find me, 2Pac killa
Yeah, you should make way for me, but not "nilla"
I ain't cookie cutter, just because I don't pop triggas'
But I'll "gratata" from the mouth; no Bryan Silva
I don't see you ever seeing me, you eyeing Velma
I dropped my glasses, oops, and a classic
Your life is the plastic bag I line my trash with
Your raps are tragic, you're in the wrong field
So I beg you, for Christ's sake, find your passion
I'm either the Grim Reaper or 10 nickels
Killing the game just cause; whimsickle