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I am the worst rapper overall
At 5"4 i still stand overall
Girls love me like jpeg loves his overalls
So much semen in me need a wheelbarrow for my balls
Bitches crawl
On leashes
I stroll through the mall
Cop spider man on ps4
F*ck in the stalls
Jackson pollock both walls
An art museum from the results
Blasting ahmad jamal
Qleen paper spin call me kabal

Dial up dial up
Yeah your bitches suck
Dial up dial up
Yeah your bitches suck
Dial up dial up
Yeah your bitches suck
Heard she thick as hell
But then daddy bought the tummy tuck

Fist up fist up
That's a fist pump
That ain't diplomacy
Catch me eating dim sum
This ain't a protest
Dude this is a vortex
Florence couldn't drown me (wet)
Skin made of gore tex
More tech more tech
That's my damn city
Muni ride sitting high
Looking damn pretty
Who's rapping? It's URS. damn really?
Those dudes look like post malone
Most times they sit all alone

Dial up dial up
They still say you suck
Dial up dial up
F*cker pull up
Dial up dial up
We on that high speed now
Torrenting your mixtape
Put it in my garbage file

Full of it by the mouthful
Full of shit and your mouth's full
Wall to wall til I'm out cold
All in all I'm doubtful
But who knew I could pull a vixen
If i pull a Mixon
Yes I'm full of fiction
Yet the show you're pitching
Doesn't work
I'll tell you here
There's nothing worse
Then the first time I got to get it in
Took her pants off slipped it in
Busted quick but kept it in
Then the condom slipped and I left it in
F*ck you too bitch tape it shut
I don't know how you can hate my guts
In the camp I'm the funny f*ck
Yelling Cheerio after my honey nut

I'm very paranoid and puffin stogies
Feelin like they watching
I stare into voids
When I see my soul
I think it's up for auction
Synthetic joy from every drug they gave me without caution
I keep her wet she wants to keep my dick inside her pocket
Serpents with the toxins
And this sherm stick got me nauseous
The blunt is burning like a branded oxen
Opposition playing possum
Glowing like the sun on Slauson
I know my phone can hear us talkin
F*ck the feds I'm kratom coppin
Til I'm glued inside a coffin

Dial up dial up, if you hate my stuff
Dial up dial up, who gon take it up
Dial up dial up you can make it up
If you sit the f*ck down and go ahead take this nut

Dial up dial up
Yeah your bitches suck
Dial up dial up
Yeah your bitches suck
Dial up dial up
Said my head is f*cked
This sloppy top makes so much sense
Since I'm a mess and such

How many cans must I stack up
Bitch, I don't blackout I Shabazz
That's a Black Up
It's been over since, "tonight's match up"
Working through the callous to the calcium
On the cusp of atrophy or axiom
Modern man by day by night the rapper champion
By golly what God flow you know so water tight
How I see it going gonzo's the only way to write
The best one-sided convo's you heard in all yo life
Since a yout
All alone in my trivial pursuit was this a ruse Did I excuse or disregard all of the clues
Did I improve
Did this solemn set of solid solitude produce
The tune that'll modify my fate for Pac's sake knock it loose
Haunted by the word I should've used
Is message lesser than or even equal to the mood
I'll turn up wit yo followers
Turn em into follow-throughs
URSUS. f*cked yo bitch, I just sent her ass to get the brews

Dial up, dial up
Bitch you ain't no slut
F*ck double standards
Love is love we on that hippie stuff
And it's been fun, like no really, no regrets
We'll reconnect once you're more than 56 kilobits at best
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I am the worst rapper overall
At 5"4 i still stand overall
Girls love me like jpeg loves his overalls
So much semen in me need a wheelbarrow for my balls
Bitches crawl
On leashes
I stroll through the mall
Cop spider man on ps4
F*ck in the stalls
Jackson pollock both walls
An art museum from the results
Blasting ahmad jamal
Qleen paper spin call me kabal

Dial up dial up
Yeah your bitches suck
Dial up dial up
Yeah your bitches suck
Dial up dial up
Yeah your bitches suck
Heard she thick as hell
But then daddy bought the tummy tuck

Fist up fist up
That's a fist pump
That ain't diplomacy
Catch me eating dim sum
This ain't a protest
Dude this is a vortex
Florence couldn't drown me (wet)
Skin made of gore tex
More tech more tech
That's my damn city
Muni ride sitting high
Looking damn pretty
Who's rapping? It's URS. damn really?
Those dudes look like post malone
Most times they sit all alone

Dial up dial up
They still say you suck
Dial up dial up
F*cker pull up
Dial up dial up
We on that high speed now
Torrenting your mixtape
Put it in my garbage file

Full of it by the mouthful
Full of shit and your mouth's full
Wall to wall til I'm out cold
All in all I'm doubtful
But who knew I could pull a vixen
If i pull a Mixon
Yes I'm full of fiction
Yet the show you're pitching
Doesn't work
I'll tell you here
There's nothing worse
Then the first time I got to get it in
Took her pants off slipped it in
Busted quick but kept it in
Then the condom slipped and I left it in
F*ck you too bitch tape it shut
I don't know how you can hate my guts
In the camp I'm the funny f*ck
Yelling Cheerio after my honey nut

I'm very paranoid and puffin stogies
Feelin like they watching
I stare into voids
When I see my soul
I think it's up for auction
Synthetic joy from every drug they gave me without caution
I keep her wet she wants to keep my dick inside her pocket
Serpents with the toxins
And this sherm stick got me nauseous
The blunt is burning like a branded oxen
Opposition playing possum
Glowing like the sun on Slauson
I know my phone can hear us talkin
F*ck the feds I'm kratom coppin
Til I'm glued inside a coffin

Dial up dial up, if you hate my stuff
Dial up dial up, who gon take it up
Dial up dial up you can make it up
If you sit the f*ck down and go ahead take this nut

Dial up dial up
Yeah your bitches suck
Dial up dial up
Yeah your bitches suck
Dial up dial up
Said my head is f*cked
This sloppy top makes so much sense
Since I'm a mess and such

How many cans must I stack up
Bitch, I don't blackout I Shabazz
That's a Black Up
It's been over since, "tonight's match up"
Working through the callous to the calcium
On the cusp of atrophy or axiom
Modern man by day by night the rapper champion
By golly what God flow you know so water tight
How I see it going gonzo's the only way to write
The best one-sided convo's you heard in all yo life
Since a yout
All alone in my trivial pursuit was this a ruse Did I excuse or disregard all of the clues
Did I improve
Did this solemn set of solid solitude produce
The tune that'll modify my fate for Pac's sake knock it loose
Haunted by the word I should've used
Is message lesser than or even equal to the mood
I'll turn up wit yo followers
Turn em into follow-throughs
URSUS. f*cked yo bitch, I just sent her ass to get the brews

Dial up, dial up
Bitch you ain't no slut
F*ck double standards
Love is love we on that hippie stuff
And it's been fun, like no really, no regrets
We'll reconnect once you're more than 56 kilobits at best
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Writer: Adam Bornstein, Chris Hayes, Jake Hill, John Dorcy, Zechariah Bracamontes
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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