TheoryTheRapper - Extinguisher Lyrics

Where it at son
Where it at son
Where it at son
Where it at son
Where it at son
Where it at son
Yo that buck that bought the bottle, could've struck the lotto
This mulatto desperado rather rap on some serato
Ain't no half steppin that's why I'm going full throttle
Spit it smoother than gelato even haters clicking follow (Whaddup)
I like to write my rhymes while my wife is cooking dinner
I've put more ink in my notebook than you've got in your printer
Shit I be swiping through my lyrics while your swiping through Tinder
I shoulda been in Fort Minor got a name to remember
I wasn't born. Nah they found me in the Serengeti.
I'm your worst nightmare I haunt the dreams of Freddy
A-T-L bboy but homie I rock steady
Ladies want me in their jaws like it's Ed, Edd, and Eddy
Turning up like pretty things in the Philippines taking shots
My raps are killing dreams like some guillotines in the Renaissance
If you can't do it better guess there's nothing you can tell me
Time to get use to the bars you can go chill with R Kelly
See if these kids are what's fire
Than call me the extinguisher
The wack rapper relinquisher
Your whole career was premature
If you want to rap with me, your're gonna need to be insured
Cause I'mma take that heat down to hypothermic temperatures
Where it at son
Where it at son
Where it at son
Where it at son
Got some plaques on a couple of your tracks son
But the fact is you really can't rap none
My battle tactics are strictly psychosomatic
Got a drastic habit making every rap I spit Jurassic
Its Fantastic
Half of you maggots can't even hack it
Try to take a stab at it have you feeling asthmatic
B-Rabbit crack addict when comes to rap practice
Throw me in the studio, get some marvel cinematics
Spittin hydrochloric acid. Leaving masters flabbergasted
I'm the baddest dagnabit these cats are just bad it
Got em freezing up I guess they put eyes on Medusa
My blades are sharper than the ones carried by the Yakuza
This is not the rap you're used to
Wake em up just like a rooster
Changing gears on the Hayabusa
I'm the realest what's it to ya
Got the illest rhetoric.We both know I'm well equipped
To bust a couple heaven sent rhymes for the hell of it
Mumble rap celibate. Presence of an elephant
Complex like the periodic table of elements
See if these kids are what's fire
Than call me the extinguisher
The wack rapper relinquisher
Your whole career was premature
If you want to rap with me, your're gonna need to be insured
Cause I'mma take that heat down to hypothermic temperatures
Where it at son
Where it at son
Where it at son
Where it at son
Got some plaques on a couple of your tracks son
But the fact is you really can't rap none
Looking at my favorite rappers thinking I could tour with them
Making waves in every city like the Mandalorian
Surpassing expectations and exceeding all quotas
Every woman want a chance to see the kid like baby yoda (he's so cute)
You never made the cut but I came out a C-section.
Day 1 diagnosed illest rapper infection
Since my inception, I've been spitting pure perfection
Guess reality's perception homie I'm just counting blessings
Listen up cuz I'm bout to learn you a lesson
Better make the right connections to win in this rap profession
Nowadays I'm weary of the studio I step in
Cuz I'm signing blank checks if I let em record the session.
Lyrics in my phone do more damage than Smith & Wesson
While you talking shit and flexin I might have an interjection
I might put those skills in question. Repertoire of verbal weapons
See I'm spinning more heads than spaghetti junction intersection. Whoa