Tenn Buick - Who T F Is Tenn Buick?

★ intro ★
"your appreciation of poetry is microscopic. in addition, you're inattentive, and your spelling is atrocious."

★ verse 1 ★
Bragadocious wordsmith with a penchant for violence
I'm a writer for the people, and my pen got 'em rioting
They ain't wanna put in work, they want special entitlement
Don't compare me to these clowns, all these jesters i'm flyer than
Where i'm goin i don't need roads, don't even need a map
When it’s game time these rappers pullin' disappearin' acts
I got lyrics on the frontlinеs, and bars that lead attacks
Cycle of my fuckin' life, rap to еat and eat to rap
Please relax, i'm the coolest cat i'm thackery binx
Oh that’s your man? fuck him, i don't give damn what he thinks
Y'all artificial like some fuckin' zero calorie drinks
You fuck around with tenn and you could get your salary jinxed
Ha, no there is not an mc nicer
The way i spit you need a squad to help decipher
My metaphors, i'll make it simple, your bars are wack, you rhymin' soft
Way you spit is fucked up, your flow is wrong, your timin' off
I'm as gifted as a fella could be
I already paid my dues, it was a hell of a fee
Y'all either let me in the game now, or none of y'all are safe
'cause where i'm from wack rappers are a delicacy

★ chorus ★
Yo who the fuck is tenn buick?
Who the fuck is tenn buick?
Who the fuck is tenn buick?
Who the fuck is tenn buick?
★ verse 2 ★
Rude boy, but i'm very polite
Never crackin' under pressure whether heavy or light
I don't spit bars, i read beats burial rites
And i don't break hearts, i rather break stereotypes
My fuckin' jockstrap you could never hold
Even if i worked retail, i would never fold
They could never fuck with me, try as though a fellow might
I would never yield, even at a fuckin' yellow light
And when i write, the pen ready to damage
Got a bad ride or die chick, betty to banners
I play with double ds like i'm in the hellfire club
They callin' me a freak like i'm eddie the banished
I'm ready, i'm famished, and i'm grindin' i cannot stop
Me up on the beat is coca cola with some pop rocks
I'm like box tops, educatin', i'm a 90s kid
You ain't heard of me? well your wifey did

★ chorus ★
Yo who the fuck is tenn buick?
Who the fuck is tenn buick?
Who the fuck is tenn buick?
Who the fuck is tenn buick?

★ verse 3 ★
Uh, fast eddie with a pool cue
Dom with the wrench, nice with tool, too
Indiana jones with the whip
Tommy with the dagger, jack with the ship
Donnie with a bo staff, raph with a sai
Elessar with the flame, to the wrath i defy
James bond with the walther
Legolas with the bow, never falter
Thor with the hammer, cap am with the shield
I'm armed with the words, and you know what i wield
These are all analogies for me up on the mic
Anybody ever said that i wasn't nice with it better follow that shit with a syke