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ben g. torrisi - season opener lyrics

[intro 1]
oh, so you’re the best, huh? right

[intro 2]
incase you’re lost faith in my rapping, here’s a quick story to show you that i haven’t quit yet

[verse 1]
so, he asked me if i could speed+rap and i
told him i can’t exactly rap fast
i might not be able to chop veggies like all the master chefs
but i can still create a decent hamburger with fresh lettuce
you do not know what it means to be great, you do not know what it means to have grace
you do not know what it means to put on some blue jeans and already know all of your day
you do not know what it means when i mеntally scream and i tell peoplе i am okay
you do not know what it means to lay down a good rap and not to at all use the word “g+y”
yeah, this is a hype beat, but it ain’t a hype song
you think that i might be lyin’, guess you read my mind wrong
i trust wikipedia but i think trump is high, y’all
i don’t even think you people would’ve listened o elijah
stop with the spirals, they’re drivin’ me insane (yo)
but don’t think that i cannot tell when your straight lines are fake (they’re fake)
some people decide to go for the middle ground and go for waves
ha, that just makes it worse; i’m going crazy

[interlude 1]
so, i’ve heard some people say
that they’ve got great bars
but i’ve never heard any
this makes no sense!
how can you say
that you’re good at rapping
when you’ve never even f+cking done it?
it’s stupid!
[verse 2]
(for you three)
my morality’s expanded, but it still won’t take your sh+t
fourth, seventh, eighth, man, it doesn’t have an end, does it?
worst of all is that you somehow managed to ruin my life
you did it all for pain even though beforehand, you looked fine
as i’ve tried to make clear, i really don’t like talkin’ sh+t
but if that’s what you want, then that’s what you’re gonna get
so this part goes out to all my fake friends
in the hopes that you’ll actually learn somethin’
“frick!!!” was not my best song, nor was it my first
in fact, in terms of lyrical ability, it was my worst
yeah, the second verse was a rap; not my first time, you know
and i gotta say, in the beginning, the hymes were kinda slow
(and i’m singin’!) you want disses? here you go, but the quality of my microphone
does not determine my lyrics, so you can f+ck yourself if you think i ain’t gold
heart of gold, but gold’s still a stone, got no sense of sp+ce, i’m accident+pr+ne
self+deprecating, but i’m on a roll, i’m at the top, and i’ve won, let’s go

[hook]
it’s amazing how i
can put so much power into my lyrics
and it’s so sad that most of you will never hear it
i’m out to live my life to the fullest tonight
even if the world keeps tellin’ me that i ain’t doin’ it right
[vese 2]
spittin’ pure fire, now i got all o’ you hyped up
but i’m still different, don’t mistake me for a liar
this is music that will take you to a level higher
but not without the burn, don’t worry, you’ll get tired
f+ck you, let me do my sh+t, don’t put me on a timer
n0body realized it, but last album, we went to the wire
but all the empathetics got sick that day
so there will be n0body to mourn me at my grave

[solo]
yo!

are you feeling my frustration here? this is my frustration at people like [?] for not rapping properly

[verse 3]
just ‘cause i’m a rapper don’t mean i’m a gangster
just ‘cause it got no sense don’t make it a banger
i try to fly, my wings are coat hangers
wind goes right through ‘em, i fall, and i’m landin’
five feet below where i was before
yet i still beat all o’ you to the door
i watch ‘em fall, smack into the floor
i’m underneath, crossin’ the moor
they ask me, “what the h+ll was that sh+t for?”
i ask, “have you guys heard of a moral?”
they look at me blankly and say, “no”
so i take away their microphone
i got these conditions, it’s hard to be livin’
they call this sh+t dissin’ even when it isn’t
‘cause every song here’s against you, don’t you miss it
and i will be here until you stop the shippin’
these lyrics have meaning which you are not gleaning
so i will be sitting all f+ckin’ day preening
when i can escape the hole that i’m in
i grab tightly onto the paper and pen
and that’s how it is, i run the sh+t
i know that all you b+tches be fakin’
the sh+t they spit makes my mouth
taste worse than deep fried bacon
[interlude 2]
that’s what you sound like
how are you so f+cking blind?

[outro]
so basically, the lesson to take away from this is that i’m the best rapper here. and don’t you dare try to challenge me ‘cause i will destroy you. but other than that, you know, have a great rest of your day. it’s been fun, huh? actually, it’s been really fun. so, thank you, bye. ben g. i’m out

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