Doomsday, Pt. 2

Album: All Is Yellow (2024)
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  • (Yo) yeah
    A little under the weather, fuck it
    Yeah, alright, here we go (uh)

    First I'ma shred a (what?) verse like I had a personal vendetta (yeah)
    Words come together like birds of a feather (what?)
    'Til I need a walker like Herschel
    I'm better than all of you fuckin' little twerps put together
    But I'm not tryna be controversial, I'd rather (nah)
    Talk about shit with the purpose that matters (like?)
    Like who had to second best verse on "Forever?" (Damn)
    Now I got a riddle (what?), one condition, you mustn't laugh (okay)
    What is the opposite of Benzino? (Uh, what?) A giraffe (haha)
    "Go at his neck," how the fuck is that? (yeah)
    How can I go at somethin' he doesn't have (haha)
    Arm so short he can't even touch his hands
    When they're above his head doin' jumping jacks (wow)
    Sorry, I don't mean (what?) to upset you Ben' (yeah)
    When I talk about (what?) all the debt you're in (uh)
    I hear that you been (what?) creepin' on the low
    In them cheap hotels, that they catch you in (what?)
    Jesus Christ, dawg (damn), when you said two-ten
    Never guessed you meant at the Red Roof Inn (woah)
    In a room with one single bed, two men (what?)
    Shady, man you can't-, yes you can
    Well, I guess then I regret to inform you, hate to spoil the day (what?)
    But this doesn't bring me no joy to say (huh?)
    Guess that Coi Leray feat's in the toilet, ayy? (Goddamn)
    Damage due to flows, collateral I suppose
    Gat pointed like mine and Sandra Bullock's nose (well)
    Yeah, them bullet holes, have you full of those (yeah)
    You'll catch a stray like animal control, plan a funeral
    I'ma probably have to plan a few neurological exams
    Once again, it is off into that damn padded room I go
    Right toward the asylum or the psych ward
    Because I strangled you with a mic cord
    Because my fuckin' mind's morbid
    I'm on my pegasus, my high horse, and I'm fly (yeah)
    Bitch, I soar like a stye
    You probably feel like you're gonna die (yeah)
    'Cause you're in my morgue and you're tied up like a tight score
    And that's why (what?) I'm back with Cole Bennett
    And I been at the level J. Cole been at
    It's Aftermath that I ride for 'til I die Writer/s: Andre Young, Cole Bennett, John Nocito, Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers, Melvin Charles Bradford
    Publisher: ME GUSTA MUSIC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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