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ian taylor - record breaker lyrics

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yuh…

now i know i ain’t sh+t

but i can do this

check it

i’m ready

call me spongebob walking. no arms heavy

no mom’s spaghetti

just me being ready for the art spreading

got an army ready to rock on lead beats

stompin on dead beats like my deadbeat dad

but he’s gone steady all the time and i find that i’m

getting madder every time that the thought gets me

look, now he’s going steady with a new girl
my step mom. i be vomiting

from dusk until dawn gets me

how horrible my father be a monstrosity

i’m talkin he, took pics of him f+ckin some odd bitty

had it on his camera and i saw it when he saw me he kept on yelling

screaming in my ear i was 9 maybe

10 when he left for the last time and i was not ready

he never socked me but mom would bleed

now like this beat imma knock heavy

see that was me couldn’t think of a line

that didn’t have him i was seeking to find

something new and i found it when i pounded these sweet lettered rhymes

look, i think it’s neat how i grind
to be better than the man who gave me human life

one day i’ma call em up and say we gon’ meet you and i

i’ma bring twenty knives

push a couple in real deep through his eyes

stab his back, neck, chest, feet, spleen, and his thighs

cut him up into pieces

feed the fishes with the pieces of meat that i fried

but this song ain’t about my father

why bother ever talkin about it?

my doppler don’t have him

he don’t bother me so i must walk around it

this topic. pause it

flip flop it spit that hip hop sh+t. those sick knots in my ripped phonics
start a big brawl in the venue cuz i sh+t on it

and i p+ssed off the other b+tch artists who ain’t as good as this kid on spits

come and l!ck my d+ck. i am fit for this

don’t you know that i’ma different

species like i did come in a really really big sp+ceship

come tell me how my d+ck tasted

guess ignorance woulda been bliss for this

benjamins. i’m making them. but no not a lot, not yet

i’m not the top one percent. they say ian t’s a prospect

i just want to say i object. i ain’t sh+t i got no toilet

so music’s been my outlet. now it’s gained me quite the respect

i’m not ridin up on no jets. my subaru, it needs fixed

my mom’s bas+m+nt’s where i am set. so why haters so d+mn upset

that i’m finally on my flex

i been binding all my lyrics with that fire that’s in my chest

breath it out on every set

see

everytime i get up on the beat you know i gotta k!ll it

gotta fill it on up with a bit of lyric demolition

never said i’m better than the veterans on television

but i’m getting closer every time i visit my addictions

i’m a little different with the way i flow and i’ll admit it

i’m a little psycho. i go off on this and that and i get mad

they say it’s bad or that it’s whack but that ain’t fact because i’m rad

you disagree? you better back track fast ‘for i bash that ass

yea, that’s that sh+t from a flash back past

you’ll never catch me spittin half ass rap

eh, you’ll never catch me i’m a fast ass rapper

that ian t’s a problem

ain’t nothing gonna stop him

some say he’s quite obnoxious

i tell em… hold up

you don’t want to be enemies. you don’t want to try ending me

i’m a little ahead of thee with no thanks to my pedigree

i’m a pedal to the metal ‘till i’m way out ahead of these

other rappers getting sh+tty that my rapping is everything

so i hope you are ready g because if you are tempting me

imma be the epitome of your worst kinda enemy

imma let out my energy after u like the letter v

many people are dead to me. many want to be next to me

i can’t even comprehend how all this sh+t has already seen

the light of day and upsetting me when i’m only twenty three

i need heaven or it’s h+ll but it already is h+ll to be

who i am so i just write it hoping somebody’s getting me

my mind is deafening and i wish it would let me be

the only time it does is when i go and write it in melodies

so when i start trembling or go and cry about everything

gotta talk it in a phonic or there never is rest for me

got it in the bag. i’m not gon’ stop for like anything

got them talking bout my phonics drop it steadily

heavily getting at my foes before they step to me. are you getting me?

just broke a mother f+cking record better remember me, hoe

i’m dope. imma say it again for you hoe

i’m dope. imma say it again for you hoes

i’m dope. imma say it again for you hoes

i’m dope. imma say it again for you hoes

i’m dope

hahahaha… ahhh… alright

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