Erinem - Plenty of Wit Freestyle Lyrics

Impossibly colossal, false apostle
Come on girl, let me play hockey with your tonsil
Ruled and fueled the underground like a fossil
Don't be hostile
Let's leave it up to a coin toss, I'll
Even let you pick, tails or heads, I get a kick
And homie, a one trick pony?
You don't know me, for shit
One trick like a camel
A thirst trap, I can handle
And I might spit rhymes that hit you in the eye
Vindictive, my shit's so addictive
When the playlist skips
Or moves on, to the next song
It leaves you with Nic Fits
Not bad for one trick, is it?
In my prime, like Nickel Nine, still the kind
To call your girl a dime, smack her behind
Of course she's into it!
Loses her mind for that smooth crime
And I run the syndicate
What's not fair is real
We could go round and round
Like a Ferris wheel
I can see that I don't appeal
But I'm gonna write rhymes
That'll make your parents squeal
Plenty of wit, shit, I'm the epitome
You kiddin' me
I'm getting in the way of your soiree
Ink a deal, I may be a moray
But enough with the foreplay
I got a habit, of showing up to the lab, erratic
Find a mic and grab it, an addict
I just won't go away
I skip knockin', walk in
Like John Wayne
My leg's in pain, I'm miffed
Just a drifter off the grift, off the Richter
Slicker than a fifth of liquor
Ask it, I'm just a basket, wicker
In fascinating facets
Snap back like elastic, bands
That make her dance
I'm in these damn baggy pants
Club game like I'm Bagger Vance
Just a subterrane scant, you can't
Strain out the drain, eating cocaine and sniffin' lo mein
A free mason, free basin' Rogaine in my last vein
Insane, past saying I ain't
Sniffin' paint thinner off a dinner plate
Insinuate, I'd rather burn out than incinerate
Plenty of wit, shit
Plenty of wit
Plenty of wit
Ladies and gents
I'm trailing the rich
With a pitch deck written in Tagalog
I dare you to get in the van and tag along
I don't give a damn, it's the I-don't-caravan
Out of the No Shits Given catalog
I keep spitting fire and you don't ever gotta add a log
Show up at the studio
Fresh out the laundromat, balling
Leave a week later
Looking like a hood rat Gollum
This tour is taking too long
I got Gilligan problems
I'm a glutton, a sleaze
I got Cobra Kai of the feet
Cause my new J is creased
Tell me I'm off beat? You're unteachable
Put down the weed and keeping up could be feasible
The word salad I serve is fine cuisine, it's artisanal
If I waited for you to catch up
My rhymes would be seasonal
Is is shocking? Just stop it
Go stick a spoon in a socket and TikTok it
I bump into the pocket
Copped your watch and pawned it
A pickpocket on a sick topic
I'm just a bastard on blast
Like Elon on his dick rocket!
I do as I please
I swing from the beat, like the Flying Trapeze
Got resting face, like I'm trying to sneeze
Get asked at least once a week, if I'm Japanese
No, this is my face, whenever I'm peeved
If I dig my hole deeper, I'll reach the Chinese
Take the fans with me, that's youth-in-Asia
Flip the roof on you, that's euthanasia
If you're the youth then my music will raise ya
Try it, my rhymes sync up to Fantasia
I might be okay to consume
Or I might cause dyspepsia and aphasia
I'm like the Eminem you find, dusty as f*ck
On the back shelf of the bodega
It could really go either way, cuh!