Sweats. - Elimination chamber. lyrics

[Verse 1: sweats] Sorry to startle, it's just that I talk smarter cause n***as out here drier than n***a hair after saltwater I'm at a period where I'm leery, delirious, I'm Still teetering on if I should take this sh** serious- Ly bruce, off a gallon of jungle juice, proceed to Watch me get loose and spread like a mothers cooch, the bread Giving me a boost of effort, these n***as dessert, how am I a better writer when all I use is my left, huh? Young dastardly regurgitating battered dreams, these n***as shellshocked cause I'm actually spitting casualties But there's more to cry, and careers? there's more to die, I Rip and rig b's like my f**ing name was mordecai The critics backing off, now girls wanna jack me off Miyagi on these papis tryna stop me, just wax em' off I'm craving rappers so I'mma catch and lock em' up, you Bore us, y'all n***as' raps poorer than some noxzema [Verse 2: sweats] Extra ordinary, on my dexter morgan, very Coarse, look, another f**ing corpse to the morgue to carry Young, bashful sweats? king of the castle, got Me an a** full after some drug-induced ha**le Smooth as silk when I step in the john wilkes and treat the Beat like abe lincoln, like the f** was che thinkin? and f** your raps 'bout inking and ballcaps from you Corny mall rats, y'all can hold my ba**sack and all 'latt, I'm that good, sh**ting on these whack hoods, catch me In some backwoods smoking on some dallas backwards n***a, you absurd, your heiress wanna cherish, telling Me her p**y's hairless, when sweats could really care less These n***as dumb and dumb, they're looking like a lunch for some Careers vegetative cause their raps are just cucumbersome Here's advice: go mimic a strike, swiftly Or you might just be the next I put six deep