Lyrics CHVSE – How Many Syllables

Wouldn’t wanna miss it
But I’ma leave it up at that
Half of my subscribers are sleeping on me
Like a well needed nap
Getting half the views compared to my base of fans
That’s a piece of crap
Eat them like a cannibal
I rip it like I’m ripping all the flesh of an animal
Getting like a virus and they’re seeking out the antidote
I’m killing all these beats like I’m Hannibal
But all these facts are actual
A bully with a bullet
If I do it then you shouldn’t
You can try it if you want but you couldn’t
Chopping syllables like they are wooden
And you are acting like a woman
I don’t know what else could say
Except «Why embrace this hate?»
It was clear your dad was pissed when your mother’s period was late
My style is a little to mild
I was a cynical child
A kid degenerate, witnessing rappers getting famous on Ellen DeGeneres
I ain’t heard my calling card
Even though I don’t rap it hard
Bars back to the barn
You’re the pussy playing with the rats and yarn

In a kids imagination after their parents sent their cats to a farm
Don’t commit suicide
Otherwise they put you in prison for bodily harm
It’s not easy when life’s filled up with the stress so
Hold up I’m about to kill it, just let me take a breath
Should have been aborted
My Voice’s so distorted
But my words are still recorded
Let me paint a portrait of your future and fortune
Why do abortion, when it’s legal to born an orphan
Bouncing on the beat, so I never forget it
Muscles pop when I eat a can of fucking spinach
So I switched that green to the devil’s fucking lettuce
Teachers pressure our parents into letting them test us
Endlessly
Pretending to be
This fan that’ll envy me steadily and incredibly
That we’re going to call the melody
Killing Buddha when it’s time to end this peace
Never stop rapping until he ends the beat
No MC sees the light after trying to fight with me