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BooCocky
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Cypher Pt. 2: Triptych
Tell me who the man? J-hope is the man Yeah tell me who the man? Rapmon is the man Yeah tell me who the man? Suga is the man Who the real man? Boococky the man
Back with a part three You already know me I'll destroy you with a single line And you can call me Beerus
Back with a party You already know me Cypher series, come and hear it
Yeah.
I'm back I'm back I'm back Let's kill it
Back with a part two Y'all begged so I knew I had to come through
Y'all said 'Hey man, I really like you!' 'Never really met a rapper quite like you!' Everybody like 'Whoa, this is so good!'
Everybody like 'Whoa, got me so shook!' 'Came raps well, hey I never thought he could!' 'Came raps well, hey never thought he should!'
'Hey man, you should stick to reactin',' 'You will never quite make by rappin',' (Bullsh! t)
'You're channels only good for laughin',' 'At Kpop sh! t, BTS cracks, and-' Shut the f*ck up mother f*cker! I don't f*ck with! Anybody not in the K-squad, but it's True that I might got a hater or two Here's a big 'f*ck you' to the people judgin'
Imma make a hundred trillion f*ckin' dollars Imma kill it with these ryhmes And you'll f*ckin' love it This is for the ARMY'S who all call me The eighth member but it's funny I'm above it, yeah I love it But you know that I'm still hungry I want money, I want lovin', I wanna fill up my tummy I'm a god in a world that's filled with kings You're a ten, I'm eleven like Stranger Things Rapmon told me that I gotta spread my wings Reborn like Gandolf, Lord of the Rings I'm in the booth More than a couple Who's trying to have a romantic supper But then the guy f*cks it up and plays a song Says, 'You're gonna love it,' So the beats start bumpin, and she rolls her eyes Then a boy comes on and he starts to ryhme And the girl says, 'Oh my God, Who this guy?' 'I love it, oh my God, love every line!' So he turns it up, everybody lookin' And they feel attacked, yeah they kinda shooken But they love the raps Though it's kinda crooked This boy goes hard Man he's kinda cookin' I'm the f*ckin' greatest, I don't need your favors! Boy I see you fakers, and I'll see you later! People know their savior, I'm their only prayer I got f*cking layers to my f*cking layers Okay, I'm done with that wack sh! t Y'all know that I'm dumb with that rap sh! t Y'all know I'll come for a munch Of your lunch With a punch With a crunch in your bad sh! ts
B! tch I'm the Suicide watch alert You can sit the f*ck down Now watch and learn You don't get it I'm the suicide watch alert Cause when they play it everybody gonna watch and burn!
Now watch em turn! Now watch em yearn Now, watch em criticize all I've earned
Now watch em turn! Now watch em yearn Now, watch em criticize all I've earned
M O T H E R F * C K E R
Tell me who the man? J-hope is the man Yeah tell me who the man? Rapmon is the man Yeah tell me who the man? Suga is the man Who the real man? Boococky the man Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Back with a part three You already know me I'll destroy you with a single line And you can call me Beerus
Back with a party You already know me Cypher series, come and hear it
Respect to Agust'D! I've been in this game not long But I'm the one to beat I've done a lot of sh! t wrong
But you the travesty You think that I'm worried? N A H
I'm out here sippin' tea I flip the switch Man I f*ck your b! tch Wait that not right I wouldn't f*ck your b! tch Man, you the b! tch You think you're tough and sh! t But I'm an oven mitt Cause all I touch is lit! 'Bout to slay you mother f*ckers With the tip of my tongue Spitting bullets but my lips Are at the tip of the gun Wait a minute Started rappin' cause I thought it was fun Now all I wanna do is show you how it is done But now I need you to run Because I cannot be trusted I know how it begun But the end will be suckin'! Livin' life outta young horny kids Who just f*ckin'! There can only be one End to my discussion Wait, hol' it up for a sec I think we in a recession All these kids making sh! tty rap become their obsession But there might be a lesson On why hip-hop has been lessened Why there's f*ckin' poetry But there's nobody who listens
Be quiet
Just quit it
Imma stone cold killer I'm like your favorite anime Without the sh! tty filler
Now be quiet
Just quit it
Imma stone cold killer Give me a single mic And I am bound to f*ckin' K I L L YA
I'm the greatest in the nation 'Bout time that ever body face it I know that sounded kinda basic But this sh! t cannot be debated I'm on a motherf*ckin' mission I'm a f*ckin vissonary This is a f*ckin exhibition Of a human dictionary I don't need no recognition To know that I'm f*ckin' scary I don't need no precondition To know that you're f*ckin wary
I don't need you
I don't need your money
I don't mean to make it weird but Man it's kinda funny Every body gonna cheer because I made it bloody Super goddamn clear that I'm way above you
I'm way above you
Way Way above you
Every body gonna see that there's nothin' great about you I'm staying humble while I watch you crumble Keep hatin' while I know you mother f*ckers still L O V E M E
Ya ha ha!
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