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Yo, what's that? Mini disc or some shit? What is this? | We're supposed to be impressed? You got like mad technology? | Frankie Puller
Yo, what's that? Mini disc or some shit? What is this? We're supposed to be impressed? You got like mad technology? Frankie Puller Yeah, Mr. Mef CZARFACE Here we go Maybe you guys didn't notice Mr. Mef, Frankie P, not Sinatra but frankly we Are Frankenstein's monster, mama raised me on frank and beans Mean microphone fiend, no one nicer than king Y'all too lean and light in the jeans to even fight for a dream Rap scene way too green, got too much ice in their cream I done spent too many Benjamins sending kites to the team Red beam on a blood clot, things ain't quite what they seem Tryna find the bigger picture but I'm just liking the memes Kill the game like I'm Ghostface, I'm just liking the screams I don't even take a pee without monetizing the streams I done red on everything like I'm advertising Supreme Clientele pick XL, they don't make my size in Celine, nah Ain't into fashion if I ain't feasting, I'm fasting The beat taste like cow feet, taste defeat when I'm rapping Frankie pull up, what's happening? Apple Pay it, I'm tapping it If he pull out, go after 'em, time to pull up, we back Mad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology (yeah) INS logo on the flamethrower I light 'em up back to back like a chain smoker Get placed in a coma facing the soldier Hundred shots fired, you barely grazed my shoulder I keep my heat by the freezer On a planet full of apes, I'm Caesar Charlie horse talk spicy like tandoori We ain't on the same page, they a sad story Mad corny, I don't even know your backstory Back up off me, let me live, I'll be back shortly Liquid on the floor, call it H2O In the kitchen at the stove making plates to go Grind overtime whether rain or snow So I'm stacked with the goods like Trader Joe Mad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology Mad technology pouring out of my bodily Audibly causing chaos, I play 'em all off methodically Sonically not robotically, it's human made, you afraid When I die don't say, "This one stings," throw me a huge parade Super spray, hide your face, we do it in Kabuki way Representing dead bent like Operation Dumile The death toll, heads roll, they calling me bazooka shay Every hero needs a villain, live from the Kumite Dangerous, nightcrawler bamf where the students play You ain't got a puke protein for you to lose your weight Jewelry, yeah, you got extravagant taste What a waste, I Katy Perry in space I illustrate while you trace, kill a tape while you chase clout I seal your fate with the fist, now you laid out, played out No hard feelings, I don't suffer from ED Your lyrics filled limp, mind hit like a DDT Everything turns and comes back, you know Mad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology Oh yeah, we on that life Catch me coming down the mountain with a combat knife So precise, you could get your contacts sliced And the hands are quick, you could get your jaw tapped twice You shit the brain, no name lame, the bites like Cujo I'd rather masturbate to Kathy Bates than hear you flow And you know the misery, it loves company Pin 'em to the mat like one, two, three, I emerge triumphantly He should be the least of your concerns when I speak with raw Beating P is not an easy chore like defeating Thor Your frees, they produce enough cheese to feed the poor My frees so cold, they locked behind the freezer door Frankie, me, myself and I is who I'm speaking for Sprinkle dope across a verse, shout to Shamiek Moore Catch me out in Ybor City with a sweet whore Try to photograph me and nah, I take the detour
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