A Rapper Named Nati - Stimulus Check Lyrics

I'm so sick, no Coronavirus
We don't snitch, note the code of silence
No pigs, we can smoke and fry 'em
Choke him lifeless, grab him by his throat and slice it
Oh my, he's promoting violence
He's so divisive like he wrote for ISIS
Go against him, I don't advise it
He's a misfit left to his own devices
No one's safe, bitch, you whores can bleed
We doin' home invasions during quarantine
It's a horror scene, a morbid dream
1984 it seems, f*ck your authority
I come equipped with the strap
I got the pistol in back, I'm so sick of the shit that you rap
I'm so tired like the Michelin Man
You been talkin' like you flippin' them grams, takin' pics with the stick
In ya hand just to get hits on the 'gram
Listen, man; I pop punks, no Simple Plan
Pop trunks, grab the pump, you'll get ripped in half
Call the doc up, good luck tryin' to stitch 'em back
Talkin' this and that, I'm so disrespectful
I was spittin' when rappers were rockin' Willie Esco
I'm an asssasin, start slashin' like I'm really Deathstroke
Rappers say they own their masters, but that shit's in escrow
Droppin' Def Jams like I'm Kevin Lyles
You wanna be the best? Man, get a better style
Screamin' "F*ck 12!," no pedophile
He's so offensive; in my defense, it's been a while
Since I pissed you off, thought I was gettin' soft
For that bread, you toast; bitch, I'll split your top
Put it on TikTok, your kids can watch
I'll slit your wrist just to nick ya watch; now tick tock
What time is it? I'm a product of my environment
Self-Proclaimed King, I rule with an iron fist
I'm tired of this, rappers flappin' vagina lips
They try to sing like American Idol finalists
Me, myself, and I; that's my final list
Top five dead or alive, four and five I'll skip
I probably need a psychiatrist
I'm higher risk for violent fists; don't try it, bitch
You just a punk makin' noise, you a Minor Threat
I'm outside, mouth wide, watchin' the virus spread
'Cause I don't give a f*ck if I'm alive or dead
Spent the last six months quarantined inside my head
I'm only here to promote resistance
Spent 33 years keepin' my social distance
So approach me different or end up goin' missin'
I'm in a local business tryin' to choke a midget
My flow is vicious, I spit that COVID sickness
Told me don't joke, it isn't funny; the money
In our salary is spent, more fatalities ahead
But I ain't never cared if you're actually upset

Couldn't care less to be grammatically correct; spare no expense if a faggot seekin' death
Bury his head, let the maggots eat the rest; no cause for debate, bitch, you know we nice
Stronger than straight liquor, hold the ice; sicker than a sixer of Molson Ice
Stick him in the fridge with some moldy rice; choke him lifeless, no CPR
In my hand is his still beatin' heart, bring Amityville to his peaceful park
Beat his wife with a VCR, and record the whole thing in high definition
We frightening and sickening by definition; so I could care less what you think
About my beats and bars, I'm unleashing harm on each song that I'm featured on; so keep
Your thoughts to yourself or I'll leave you scarred
This that G.O.A.T. rap, that throwback, no Mitchell & Ness
I guess I just had to get some shit off my chest
I'm not impressed with your ignorant threats
I'ma rob you for your stimulus check, you dumb bitch