Quavø The $auce God - BiPolar Xtreme

(mic check one, two, one, two, one, two
Fuck
I need a fucking blunt, bro, what the fuck)
Break necks
Who’s next
I just wanna fucking flex
On you pussy niggas
Show you mothafuckas i’m the best
Take these pussy niggas to the bed
Put ‘em all to rest
Imma take some time to get this shit up off my fucking chest
I don’t want the money
I just wanna leave a legacy
I don’t think it’s funny
I just want you to remember me
You can still make fun of me
You can even hate on me
I just want my name up in your mouth
Oh shit, i’m getting cocky
Knocking out theses mothafuckin vеrses,bitch, i feel like rocky
I can spit way bettеr than you even when i’m off the wocky
I don’t even need to rap but nigga i can kill you talking
I don’t even need to use my words cuz i can kill you walking
I don’t even wanna talk shit, i just want my credit
Go and touch some grass, little bitch, get the fuck off reddit
Fix your-fucking-self instead of tryna fix your idols
That’s why you don’t know yourself, that’s why your feeling suicidal
What the fuck do i know
I’m like you, don’t you know
Playing games with my nose
You can even smell the blow
I’m not even being literal
This shit would be real critical
I’m drawing a comparison
To show you that we’re pitiful
Getting all political
Getting all lyrical
I’m an individual
Look at me, i’m spiritual
I can use some big ass words to make you think i’m saying something
To be honest, i don’t need to use that shit, this shit ain’t nothing
Whatchu wanna talk about
Whatchu wanna rap about
Whatchu think you wanna make this mothafuckin song about
Maybe i should talk about how i want my life to end
Maybe i should talk about my shitty ass weekend
(oh, fuck
Now, this is the part of the song where
Everybody moshes the fuck out)
I wish that i was an angel that you could look up to in the sky
Why do i keep on telling these lies that cause all these eyes to cry
I need help, but i can’t even help myself if i can’t fix my health
And my wealth, you can tell me you know how i feel
You don’t know how i felt
You ain’t been in my position
Always question your decisions
Asking god for more permission
I ain’t nothing but a pigeon
Flying high
Flying low
Always going with the flow
If you know then you know
And to this fucking day
I wish that i was an angel that you could look up to in the sky
Why do i keep on telling these lies that cause all these eyes to cry
I need help, but i can’t even help myself if i can’t fix my health
And my wealth, you can tell me you know how i feel
You don’t know how i felt

(alright ladies and gentlemen
Today we’re gonna rap about rape and drugs and- and- and shooting niggas
And- and murder and- and shit
Wh- wh- wh- what the fuck do rappers rap about?
Aye, yuh, yuh, aye
Aye, yuh, yuh, aye
*laughs becuz this dialogue is retarted*
Aye, this is how every rap song starts, right?
Yeah)
Buss down, bitch
For a real one
If you wanna get gangsta, i can pop a gun
You a clown, bitch
I’ll make you my son
Don’t make me embarrass you in front of everyone
You ain’t really tough, you just talking all aggressive
Talking with a accent don’t make you impressive
Treat you like pussy now these niggas acting passive
Remember i’m a reptile, all i spit is acid
Now i’m kickin’ like it’s lu kang
Cock it, bang bang
All my niggas say the same thing
Talk that damn slang
I don’t fuck with no gang but i let my boys hang
6ix9ine on a bitch, now she got me bussin’ brains
I don’t steal but i’ll still make you run that shit
Imma make him feel a thrill, throw him in that pit
You don’t need to take a pill to get high off the shit
Cuz when we don’t with you, you gone need a medical kit
I ain’t taking shit from nobody, not even no mothafuckin jit
Go and cry about it, imma punch that nigga in his shit
I don’t fucking care no more, everybody get to bussin
Sick all you mothafuckas, get these niggas robitussin
(see what most of you niggas don’t even realize is i have so much hatred in my soul
To be honest, i have no faith in the human race whatsoever, i hope you all fucking die)
I want you to shut up
I want you fuck up
I want you fail again
To keep my positive summoning
I want you to shut up
I want you fuck up
I want you fail again
To keep my positive summoning
I sleep off of the melatonin
I can’t deal with these mothafuckas
Eat, sleep, shit to keep the motion going
Everyday’s the same, my god is fucking hoeing
My life’s a fucking game
Can’t remember my name
Drink away all the pain
All it takes is one bad day
There’s no one left to blame until you look in the mirror
If i blow out my brain, maybe i can think a little clearer
(my life’s a fucking game
Can’t remember my name
Drink away all the pain
All it takes is one bad day
There’s no one left to blame until you look in the mirror
If i blow out my brain, maybe i can think a little clearer
*laughter again, becuz this song is stupid*)