rest
bitterness for dieving
I'm ready to win, I'm cold as ice
You're pulling me from behind,
but there's no way out
My rhyme is for you, this rap is for you
I feel like my legs are jumping from the beat
I'm gonna write eight rhymes
Call your mom, tell her you'll * me
Because that would make me a fetish
I can't trust anyone,
I'm Matador,
I watch you like a peacock
I hear the rap,
I'm gonna pay my bills
I dance at my Exactly show and there's a bar
I carpool, have fun, look at me
I'm a * beast,
I'm a * beast,
I'm a * beast
I'm a * beast,
I'm a * beast, I'm a * beast
I'm a * beast, I'm a * beast,
I'm a * beast
I'm a * beast,
I'm a * beast,
I'm a * beast
I'm a * beast,
I'm a * beast,
I'm a * beast
I'm a * beast,
I'm a * beast,
I'm a * beast
I'm a * beast,
I'm a * beast,
I'm a * beast
I'm a * beast