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g-rated - flexo lyrics

[intro]
mister spice god please there’s children present don’t do it to ’em!
flexo!

[verse 1]
it’s a wrap, i am suran
food chains, cuz i ate the man
y’all hate cuz i ain’t the man
tough sh-t, portrait cuz i paint the man-
mah mah mah mah masterpiece
y’all get mad when i thrashin beats
but y’all just lack the factors
they put me on the backs of tractors
on my grind, macadamia nut
mackin a dame and i nut
light in the tunnel attracting the bugs
playin clubs like a putt putt
your mom like me more than the b-tt stuff
when i post up, hit a poster, break the gl-ss when i toast ya
most ya can’t get to the holsta ‘fore i come and expose ya using holga
and i make it so colder, you in more layers than an ogre- frigid
rufflin so many god d-mn feathers y’all think i got- ridges
over y’all, constructing up bridges
got y’all flockin to me, pigeons
and you know i’m gonna get there
no ifs, ands, buts, like a derriere
i’m that boy from the dairy ar-ea
not my type, like it f-ckin arial
the font and the princess
out here with croissants, not biscuits
i don’t have f-ckin time for you nit-wits
you nit-pick with no lick of wit
you tip-toe the grit and say “get legit”
you don’t get the pits, the bits that so fit
if you look at the whole, warts and all with zits, it’s crazy
now i’m getting love from the lady’s
wet w-ll–s, to my w-lly being wet
no regrets
put the v-p together like pence
f-ck g-rated, flexo gettin sworn in

[skit]
dude, what are you doing?
just making a little flex track, you like it?
no, this is terrible. i-i-i
what are you talking about, did you see the word play?
yeah, but that’s not the point. this isn’t us dude and you know it
yeah, but maybe it can be us
it’s not. and i just can’t believe you’re doing this. it’s all the common rap stuff i thought we agreed we weren’t going to do
you know, i think that’s very hypocritical considering that you set this song up, created me as a flexy alt-ego, just as an excuse to get off some bars you thought of that you know you couldn’t say if not for an elaborate excuse like this
f-ck. i guess you’r-
and worst of all is you think that this conversation somehow makes you feel better just by admitting how bad this all is. and this conversation damages the songs mood and makes it hard to listen to, no replayability!
ok. ok. look, i-
dude just let me finish the song
ok. go for it

[verse 2]
i’m an envelope, a straight white male wrappin
y’all don’t feel right, wiping -ss with napkins
fact is, they a buck a piece
i’m buckingham, in a palace in peace
i got the jimmies, make em fallon their knees
i dot my eyes and cross my enemies
know my abc’s cuz man i’m def a g
h-i, texted to the game, it reply
what you up to, send some bars -bing-
uhhh j-k bye
like mike’s nikes, over powered, lmnop
the rest of it don’t f-ckin matter, x is all you need
you’re in the past now
you’ll need salvation, you’re p-ssed down
my deviations got em smacking their hands now
don’t you f-ckin mediate callin hand fouls
the game is so vast now
so many cash cows
so many -ssholes
so much hype i just can’t f-ckin get bashful
i’m the most humble human in both hemispheres
had to mumble when i saw her with both heavy spheres
i’ve been better, you bed wetter you got h-lla fears
i’m the f-ckin black shadow in your nightmares
clutchin a mic i smite knights, and i’m drummin up frights
if i’m a m-th-f-ckin cracker take a bite
ya chews me
y’all just bad, i’m bougie
people better than me? that’s a doozy
watchin ratatouille:
what… are you eating?
i don’t really know. i think it was some sort of… rapper once
ha-ha-ha relatable
just checked your bio, degradable
the bar-burr got em like say no more
i got the team on my back, you tradeable
yeah, and i got em lookin at me now
as i pull up to the scene like ni hao
you’re as much as the new clothes, emperor
i’m very nice, fair in height, temperature
and y’all can’t attest when a jest occur
and you seem cavalier when i best-a-kerr
with these bars, lines, charts, you could say i excel
it’s either “i’m hot”, ore cu in h-ll
but we just don’t need the coppers involved
song full of throwaways, like rodgers with ball
stone’s throw away, from the greatest of all
y’aaall don’t even know what i got coming
my bars a mitzvah, i ain’t kiddin, this the kiddush luncheon
but just to be clear, b-tch, i don’t cater
f-ck g-rated, so cheesy go get the cheese grater
flows these days all eyyyy’s we need some stricter graders
bullsh-t, no-wit, like the kicky faders
so fresh i hopped out the incubator
so yes i’ll have my cake and eat it now and later
i’m hoppin in their heads like a koopa troopa
fun fact: my autobio is the kama sutra
endin this one, too much sauce and not ‘nuff pasta
you can’t sell me, i do it like it it’s futurama
bender over and flexo take the wheel
and you know i phil swift cuz d-mn this flex sealed
i’m out!

[outro]
i’m out!
i’m out!
f-ckin flexo
f-ck [redacted] i’m out!
flexo
i’m twistin’ up yo b-tch like a pretzel!

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