Token - MKLM Contest lyrics
Token [Benjamin Goldberg]
[Token - MKLM Contest lyrics]
You’re probably ready for
Another whack entry, well think again
Bitch, I be sicker than getting my
Syphilis from a little kid sibling
Hence, I’m also sick in the head
Mental prescriptions, give me my meds
And hope to god the sickness won’t spread
Ima switch it like opinions
In Mitt Romney’s head
‘Cause I ain’t drinking a keg
I ain’t grippin' a tech
I don’t live on the edge
I ain’t a hipster I bet
I’m home watching "Sam & Cat" with my
Hand on my dick in my bed
Scripting with pens with writtens
More vicious than Hitler
And his militant men depicting imminent death
You’re more than a little
Listen, you’re literally illiterate, friend
You ain’t spitting
You couldn’t spit if you got your uvula
And hit it till it ripped like
Scissors clipped it to shreds
We’re different I guess
I’m a sicko, I’m never giving a rest
Like pigs thinking criminals are innocent men
Yo I’m the type of guy to
Decapitate your misses and then
Give you the head like Ellen
Degeneres licking a les’
Picture the rap game getting fucked in
The ass by it’s alcoholic dad
With the same last name, I’m that man
Tell me to put a snap back on my head
I’ll snap your head back and laugh
Like it was a rad prank
I’m past strange, I’m a class A lunatic
Proving to you you’re a stupid
Student that I’m tutoring
The movement the dude’s in my crew
Peruse in when we’re doing this
Leaving you running from the
Bars like a fugitive i ain’t new to this
I had a booth in my mom’s uterus
The ultrasound showed me bumping
Shady and Ludacris i’m shady and ludicrous
I’m awkward and crazy
So beating you’s like taking candy
From an autistic baby
You feel me? Bet you feeling
Boat loads of envy
’Cause you feel me like furry
Walls after smoking a Jeffery
Mother fucker I’m doper than that shit
I’m dope with the tongue
Similar to dopeness of acid
See, you are now roaming in
Thoughts of a dome
That is cold as the snow in Vermont
Skill is overly over the top
Spoken and talked with the flow of god
I‘m complex i see you dudes in this
Contest with no concepts
Tryna be "Lyrical, lyrical" nonsense
Either that or you got no lyrical technique
A so-pitiful pet peeve to
Those lyrical emcees so typical
So it’s so critical to
Flow these dope syllable
On my own digital CD
You’re old as those biblical scrolls
With no pivotal speech
He flow fictional repeats
When it comes to flow, you flow minimal
Making your own principals see me?
My flow’s pinnacle, reach me
I know you can’t you know it man
I spit tighter than yoga pants on
A fat ass homeless tramp
I’m colder than a polar bear
Shivering like Michael J Fox
As an older man after
Drinking fifty soda cans try to step to this
You don’t know who you’re fucking with
Like a blind deaf chick
When she tried sexing after a wine beverage
But look who got a buzz now it’s Token
Shout out to Munky Gang for
Letting me come out
Another whack entry, well think again
Bitch, I be sicker than getting my
Syphilis from a little kid sibling
Hence, I’m also sick in the head
Mental prescriptions, give me my meds
And hope to god the sickness won’t spread
Ima switch it like opinions
In Mitt Romney’s head
‘Cause I ain’t drinking a keg
I ain’t grippin' a tech
I don’t live on the edge
I ain’t a hipster I bet
I’m home watching "Sam & Cat" with my
Hand on my dick in my bed
Scripting with pens with writtens
More vicious than Hitler
And his militant men depicting imminent death
You’re more than a little
Listen, you’re literally illiterate, friend
You ain’t spitting
You couldn’t spit if you got your uvula
And hit it till it ripped like
Scissors clipped it to shreds
We’re different I guess
I’m a sicko, I’m never giving a rest
Like pigs thinking criminals are innocent men
Yo I’m the type of guy to
Decapitate your misses and then
Give you the head like Ellen
Degeneres licking a les’
Picture the rap game getting fucked in
The ass by it’s alcoholic dad
With the same last name, I’m that man
Tell me to put a snap back on my head
I’ll snap your head back and laugh
Like it was a rad prank
I’m past strange, I’m a class A lunatic
Proving to you you’re a stupid
Student that I’m tutoring
The movement the dude’s in my crew
Peruse in when we’re doing this
Leaving you running from the
Bars like a fugitive i ain’t new to this
I had a booth in my mom’s uterus
The ultrasound showed me bumping
Shady and Ludacris i’m shady and ludicrous
I’m awkward and crazy
So beating you’s like taking candy
From an autistic baby
You feel me? Bet you feeling
Boat loads of envy
’Cause you feel me like furry
Walls after smoking a Jeffery
Mother fucker I’m doper than that shit
I’m dope with the tongue
Similar to dopeness of acid
See, you are now roaming in
Thoughts of a dome
That is cold as the snow in Vermont
Skill is overly over the top
Spoken and talked with the flow of god
I‘m complex i see you dudes in this
Contest with no concepts
Tryna be "Lyrical, lyrical" nonsense
Either that or you got no lyrical technique
A so-pitiful pet peeve to
Those lyrical emcees so typical
So it’s so critical to
Flow these dope syllable
On my own digital CD
You’re old as those biblical scrolls
With no pivotal speech
He flow fictional repeats
When it comes to flow, you flow minimal
Making your own principals see me?
My flow’s pinnacle, reach me
I know you can’t you know it man
I spit tighter than yoga pants on
A fat ass homeless tramp
I’m colder than a polar bear
Shivering like Michael J Fox
As an older man after
Drinking fifty soda cans try to step to this
You don’t know who you’re fucking with
Like a blind deaf chick
When she tried sexing after a wine beverage
But look who got a buzz now it’s Token
Shout out to Munky Gang for
Letting me come out