Sharp Tongue
• Written by Vexxboi
They call me the surgeon — I cut with precision,
You flex on the ‘Gram, I flex with a mission.
Your bars are like wishes — they vanish on sight,
I spit like a virus — you just went offline tonight.
You act like a king, but your crown’s from a party store,
Talk tough 'til I pull up — now you mop the floor.
Your crew full of yes-men, mine full of wildcards,
You play pretend gangster — I just pull real cards
Sharp tongue, I don’t talk for the weak,
I drop bombs, they still quote me for weeks.
Dark thoughts, got a smile when I speak,
Laughin’ in the shadows while your ego springs a leak.
You got ghostwriters? Cool. Let me haunt ‘em instead.
I write tombstones while they write tweets in their bed.
Your mixtape's a coaster — yeah, it holds up my drink,
I took one listen and started losin' brain cells, I think.
Say you got hits? That’s a fairy tale plot,
Your Spotify monthly look like my screenshot.
Your drip’s all rental, your fame’s on lease,
I got bars like a warden and I don’t do peace.
They said "Don't go too hard, you’ll hurt their pride..."
So I aimed for the chest — guess I missed, now they hide.
Oops. My bad — must’ve slipped on your excuses,
Y’all emotional rappers out here makin’ mood music
Sharp tongue, I don’t talk for the weak,
I drop bombs, they still quote me for weeks.
Dark thoughts, got a smile when I speak,
Laughin’ in the shadows while your ego springs a leak.