YouTube Rapper

[Verse 1: Token] Yeah When I was younger, I didn't know what to do with myself Freestyle to freestyle, proving myself Started focusing on the mission more than spitting But the feeling that I was missing was the one to kill everybody else And I'm not violent, I just need to be protected now (Yeah) My boy just got himself a little pistol, he might shoot it at you Who am I after? Anyone I gotta stick or put on my pupu platter Used to chatter but I get way too much pussy to be a YouTube rapper [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Shoot you actors Not with the way Hulu captures what a Jew crew mastered Thoo-thoo, blast your block with the K Cuckoo clappers from a SooWoo chapter (Yeah) Tell me how you wanna do it, should I nuke you bastards? Or, should I go and get 'em with a Count Dooku slasher, do you faster? [Verse 3: Token] Who'd you rather go against? I control the web like a computer hacker I been abusin' rappers since animal crackers and Chutes and Ladders Put 'em in a comatose and I'm goin' ghost, feel like I'm cool with Casper Torture everybody Put 'em in a group on camera like it's a ooVoo gather [Verse 4: Tech N9ne] Why they gotta choose me to try to hoot to Mathers? Guess I'm the truth and a boost to Zeus, who's gasser But beaucoup flashers on social media said I drew truth backwards Fuck your poots loose with a dook' chute smasher, I'm solid [Verse 5: Token] I just demolish, please tell the pilot I switch the climate I'm way too cold, I'm two degrees, it's like I'm switching college But ain't no need for school if guns can teach you trigonomics (Bah, bah) Curb stomp the only way I'm kickin' knowledge I don't preach, ladies say, "I love you," when you sort of poppin' (Haha) You take them for their word and then they take you for your wallet (Thank you) How many syllables can he fit within a second with no content? Use your own logic, no comment (Ahaha) [Chorus: Token] No more violence I just kill 'em to enjoy the silence I got my hand on the button still Don't know why I'm runnin', but I'm runnin' still No more violence I just kill 'em to enjoy the silence I got my hand on the button still Don't know why I'm runnin', but I'm runnin' still [Verse 6: Token and Tech N9ne] Jesus Lord, relieve me more of stress, I need some more revenge Distort your neck and force a stretch, like prehistoric Rex And don't ask me to be your guest feature, more or less Your new song got four play like a tease before the sex, you need some more success I'm still a teen of course, I need endorsement checks Tech? (What up?) I heard you made the Forbes, I need you for some bread And I don't treat my girls like queens I treat 'em more like kings in chess I keep the whores in check I feel like Jesus when you leave me bored to death [Verse 7: Tech N9ne] Ayy I don't know why anybody wanna come and get it from Donte (Donte) That thinking is dubious, I am Vesuvius, partner, you're Pompeii (Hot) Calling me coward, I'm coming as crazy, calamitous Kanye (Whoa) Got a gargantuan gun, I'ma get the grown-up gropin' Grande Blah blah, chuggin' agua after rap beef Why they pause? I'm the faja, bah-bah, black sheep Nigga, that's weak, fucking raw in the car back seats Where they take their rah-rah rap sheets Ha-ha, caca, cats keep, crack peeps Pipes, pips, and I'm glad it's night Grammatic geist gets status wiped Coming against me is bad advice You don't wanna lay up in a poison predicament Gone away just in a sort of maleficent Dorm of sadists, I'm the opposite, people say I'm a Deus (Wait) I been on my Rambo Killing 'em off in my camo And I be coming equipped with the ammo Pulling 'em out of the bando Never your rhyming no can handle No more violence from your Sambo And a big silence of the Lambo [Verse 8: Token] I'ma need silence from the panel whenever my mic is handled Ain't no match, you can't light the candle One of a kind, I'm the prime example Talking about me, be slightly careful Comin' to my city is quite the gamble Better hope that your flight is canceled Make you scream 'cause I like the sample, wait This man'll dismantle Put your head on this mantle I see BS on your channel Get outshined by my shadow I don't battle, I do not pretend Don't even rap like this if I'm not with Tech Tech, I got your back, a back architect The way I built this shit from the YouTube, kid I'm done, fuck [Chorus: Token] No more violence I just kill 'em to enjoy the silence I got my hand on the button still Don't know why I'm runnin', but I'm- go [Outro: Token] One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight Look at all that hate I generate I don't feel a punch from featherweights Maybe try when you in better shape Oh you fuck that cup up every day? Oh you drink that cup up every day? Got me thinkin', hold up, anyways What the fuck you got to celebrate? How many losses do you tend to take? One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight Nine, ten, eleven, maybe twelve a day That's so sad but gee, what can I say? Cry me a river like the Everglades I might swim that bitch and get away I got the whole world to penetrate No more YouTube rap, goodbye