idle - bennybob lyrics
(blono, blono)
[verse 1: bennybob]
a lot of subs, and i don’t give a f*ck
might as well give me a hug
i’m too popular for these motherf*ckers who like to ask for a rub
d*mn, no one wanna roll up on mans ends
lend me a hand, when did i ask about your opinion your ten
not smoking weed, but i’m high like god
favourite colour is green, but i might never stop
not drinking lean, cause i don’t take drugs
might get mean, cause i don’t give a f*ck. (f*ck, f*ck)
don’t get high by taking a puff
i’m a k!lling machine, just k!lling a teen but you’re never tough. (tough)
going through twitter, it’s no longer litter
everything has to do with being better
everyone just consider exposing innocеnt people
this f*cking guns bullet is dеfinitely lethal
i’m gonna punch in your face, you f*cking disgrace, pop goes the weasel
classical beat, enjoyer in the sheets
can’t take out the heat, not a farm i’m a wheat
mumble jumbo not elite, but i’m a k!ller in the streets
i’m the only boss in the game that you cannot defeat
and then out of nowhere, i would go switch the beat (yeah)
(smurph, this is cold)
[verse 2: bennybob]
shut yo dumbass up, beat goes harder than a f*cking puff
i’m taking you down like john wicks pup, when i see you in the streets ima say what’s up
because we’ll never see eye to eye again, i don’t even consider you a friend
don’t take that for granted because you’ll never go to the lottery and even win again
d*mn, everyone wanna roll up on mans ends
because all of these f*cking sickest rhymes i always intent to pretend
i don’t wanna watch another election
i’ll watch the 2010 movie inception
always remind yourself that life is just a perception
hip*hop music might be better than conception
(smurph, this is cold)
[verse 3: bennybob]
pop another five vic’s
jacksepticeye is gonna die tonight
that’s a shoutout in hindsight
even when i’m on the mic, i still wonder am i spitting right?
turn up the stereo, put on the toast
i’m in a scenario, rap sh*t the most
no i don’t, that’s a lie
the rhymes i wrote, do while i’m high, yeah
i’m the king of myself, and i stay cuffed
call the weed busters, cause i stay puffed
like a smoke in the clouds
can’t avoid the clouds, so i’m coming around like wow
motherf*ckers don’t even mean sh*t to me
like a las vagas slot machine to me
sweating so hard, i got sticky b*lls
my idle is eminem, and biggie smalls
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