"Manic!" lyrics
JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown Lyrics
How you gon' see me?
You like Stevie with the airballs
Let's air it out, let KelTec
Sing like Aaron Hall
Don't need producers
Need no writers
Need no tech at all
But believe you fuck with me
There's gon' be techs involved
Fuck rapping, bitch
Extend the clip
And get your bitch involved
My twisted fantasy only made it so appalled
I'm half Pac, half Cher, half Awesome Kong
I tell myself that half a O I smoke won't do me harm
But when it do me in, I know that they gon' do me wrong
Bullpup — nigga, to find your body they'll need Logygvan Paul
I'm in the forest with the Kimber, it's my final form
I still need all bitches same color as Ricky stars
I take them light, I take them dark, but I prefer them bald
And you get extra points from me if you mentally off
Your bitch be taking all these hits — tell her work on her guard
Just blame my occupation — bitch, I keep the Kimber warm
The senior citizen shooting fake rappers off my lawn
Little before, kick in the door
Shorty don't text, just call
Look at the score — these niggas swore
Wouldn't be here no more
I am whore shaming the Lord
Put me in a figure four
I am whore shaming the Lord
Put me in a figure four
I am whore — niggas be running their mouth about me
Why they don't got nothing else to report?
Thought it was cute when you took me to court
Amazon Fresh — bring that to your door
She be making faces like L.A. Noire.
She takes a bump when I give her the gore
Wouldn't be here if a nigga was poor
Beats be that way 'cause these niggas be boring
I play your music — my niggas be snoring
I be pegging your spouse
I watch rap niggas get caught
I live above the law
I'm screaming, "Death to the police" — I say it every song
Don't say it just to say it — hope that y'all die on your job
And if your momma is a cop, then nigga, fuck your mom
And if your daddy is a cop, then nigga, fuck your pa
You got a family of cops — I'm saying, fuck 'em all
I keep a Kimber on my waist — let's talk about reform
Fuck Peggy
Drag this nigga out and beat him on the lawn
Break in your house, delete your files, uninstall your DAWs
Learn your positions — you a snake
Boy, I'm a big boss
Sicker than your COVID patients
Watch make the clip cough
Young Kim Jong, watch me get my shit off
Sliding with the stick, I feel like Eric Lindros
These labels make your soul a slave and work you till you gone
We make them meet the KelTec
These A&Rs won't live long
You like Stevie with the airballs
Let's air it out, let KelTec
Sing like Aaron Hall
Don't need producers
Need no writers
Need no tech at all
But believe you fuck with me
There's gon' be techs involved
Fuck rapping, bitch
Extend the clip
And get your bitch involved
My twisted fantasy only made it so appalled
I'm half Pac, half Cher, half Awesome Kong
I tell myself that half a O I smoke won't do me harm
But when it do me in, I know that they gon' do me wrong
Bullpup — nigga, to find your body they'll need Logygvan Paul
I'm in the forest with the Kimber, it's my final form
I still need all bitches same color as Ricky stars
I take them light, I take them dark, but I prefer them bald
And you get extra points from me if you mentally off
Your bitch be taking all these hits — tell her work on her guard
Just blame my occupation — bitch, I keep the Kimber warm
The senior citizen shooting fake rappers off my lawn
Little before, kick in the door
Shorty don't text, just call
Look at the score — these niggas swore
Wouldn't be here no more
I am whore shaming the Lord
Put me in a figure four
I am whore shaming the Lord
Put me in a figure four
I am whore — niggas be running their mouth about me
Why they don't got nothing else to report?
Thought it was cute when you took me to court
Amazon Fresh — bring that to your door
She be making faces like L.A. Noire.
She takes a bump when I give her the gore
Wouldn't be here if a nigga was poor
Beats be that way 'cause these niggas be boring
I play your music — my niggas be snoring
I be pegging your spouse
I watch rap niggas get caught
I live above the law
I'm screaming, "Death to the police" — I say it every song
Don't say it just to say it — hope that y'all die on your job
And if your momma is a cop, then nigga, fuck your mom
And if your daddy is a cop, then nigga, fuck your pa
You got a family of cops — I'm saying, fuck 'em all
I keep a Kimber on my waist — let's talk about reform
Fuck Peggy
Drag this nigga out and beat him on the lawn
Break in your house, delete your files, uninstall your DAWs
Learn your positions — you a snake
Boy, I'm a big boss
Sicker than your COVID patients
Watch make the clip cough
Young Kim Jong, watch me get my shit off
Sliding with the stick, I feel like Eric Lindros
These labels make your soul a slave and work you till you gone
We make them meet the KelTec
These A&Rs won't live long
