Drew Diezel - Reckless lyrics

[Intro: Drew Diezel] Yo this is Drew Diezel Listen up [Verse 1: Drew Diezel] Watch me go in first as I murder the verse please I think you can wait your turn you're so much worse it hurts me You have got the wisdom of a nursery Spit fire so cold I think I need some Burt's Bees Yeah I've started to burn trees But have you heard me rapping words My sk** it can't be mapped on earth Too many bars so call the second act a third I'm spitting and ripping the writtens, because I rap from memory But I can't recall what's said to me, I bet it be upsetting She be telling me she thinks you're too bum for her I'll comfort her and sh** you know I'll cum for her! Got no jizz on comforters Cause me and her will be under the sheets Yeah your girlfriend will turn into a freak, Just for me While her knees are wide open and her third eye might be soaking She cannot help but keep moaning, woah Sorry you get none of that, for me she will be fun and bad But if you wanna give her slack, to me she will be running back Sorry it's too late for that I've already got another cat I've got them lined up, damn they're standing back to back I don't mean my writing I'll admit that I am kinda slow But I am writing gold, that's something only Midas knows I'm sleeping through winter, sh** I think it might've snowed I spit so much I load a cup, fire so cold it's frozen up All your fans, they know what's up and All your raps they so f**ed up and Sk** you ain't got enough Homie your rapping is floor tier You should take a long walk off a short pier So you drown because the end is more near Just go down and walk along the shore here You just wasted four Years of education I've got money you won't be making I've got fans that you'll be hating I've got no work all vacations Recognized across the nation Rapping in conversation Yeah my 16s are piss clean my 32s ain't dirty too You say I s** at rapping and I might be whipping a civic but you ride a Jetta You're not better heard your letters My sh** is on fire, I am a hella smeller But even Hellen Keller can tell her fellers that you stink [Verse 2: Maxxy] Maxxy's in the house! Slow it down For the f**ing clowns Up in D-Town Having mad bitties 'round Keg stand 'Till the f*gs land I only f** tight pussies with a real tan Chilling with the homies up in here No b**hes here ain't without a f**ing beer Get drunk jamming to the ill crunk Girl get it on I'm taking off your damn trunks We rapping, smoking, feel the beat i'm choking Franco getting bitties wobble wobble eat them titties Get drunk, get drunk, let's get f**ed up! Throw that b**h in the trunk! [Outro] [Three knocks] Get in the trunk b**h! [Trunk slams]