Lobster [@PK13 x Jonah]

You ain’t from the hood, keep it pushing like you’re out of gas,

or I’m gonna make your fucking car flip, like an hour glass.

I’ll have your homies put you on a shirt like I shot you up during a college class,

all I need to do is flick the pen to fuck your shit up, switch from Su to Am.

 

You’re not living elegantly, and you need to remember that you don’t have much,

right now I’m eating steak with some lobster just for an added touch.

I’ll have you mad as fuck, you thinking I ain’t work for that, that I had some luck,

this what happens when it ain’t enough to be like you, an average.

 

So PK, what you talking ‘bout? I’ve been icy since before you started walking,

it’s just I’m now too lazy to do a set, so I let your bitch ass set yourself up for me.

And just so you know I’ve got all kinds of haters, because I’m not too friendly I thought I should warn ya’.

but I’ve got the talent to fight the faceless, ink the quill and shoot, I’m not reforming.

 

Looking at your shit, you’ve got me laughing kid I don’t see the motion,

fucking up rhyme after time, if that’s your best then as a rapper you’re just fucking homeless.

And if you end up loyal to those K-fags, they stab backs, dumbass they ain’t your homies,

funny how you’re acting like you don’t see that you are trash, get some bifocals.

 

I find it funny that the trash you write gives you high hopes, you’re lyrically a common pest but I’m a clown roach,

been waiting for you to fuel a response for so long, I woke up looking around like where the time go?

Crucify you like that Christian bitch with his catholic throat, after I drop your ass with laced spit from the top floor,

I’m sorry to the valet who’ll have to smell it, as he catches a whiff of your shit when he sees you roach and closes up the door.

 

>You get it?

>Give me a reason to spot at you shitbird and I’ll be the most venomous individual you’ll encounter on this platform.

>look around in my disses and then ask yourself where the fuck all my opponents went.

>You get it?

 

>I’m saying you don’t want the smoke.

>I’ll have you abandoning the platform too. But speaking of smoke-

His and hers, I’m packing ink for any fake ass talentless trash wanting to spark it out,

Jonah if you wanna beef we could get it cracking like that lobster I was talking ‘bout.

 

And I know that you’ll hate that, come at you like you dropped soap in front of the rapist who’s strapped with a face tat. (I’ve got the juice.)

And you know you won’t be able to take that, ask Sin about that rape track, she left like I chose to break neck. (Boy it’s the strap-on for you.)

Step it up or say less, but I know you wanna stay pressed, but I go get a paycheck. (What are you doing?)

How you not gonna face facts, now I’ve grabbed the quill to spray that venom till you can’t fight back. (I’m far more talented than you.)

 

I’ll have you blankly staring out at some bright colors, when it comes to rapping I’m on the set, but you need a stunt double,

I’m a cunt, sucker, and I ain’t chill with none of you fake ass rappers like I’m an Amish kid and you a child fucker.

So boys if y’all want something, lyrically I’ll strap up and keep the thrusts coming, keep squealing piggies I ain’t done fucking,

I’ll shoot it up with a lube tube like this dick is real and y’all future mothers, if y’all still wanna say summin I’m- just goofing.