Jahlil Beats - Holy sh** lyrics

Thai-Chi Verse 1: Me being whack is like a deaf man hearing a blind n***a say I like the view No matter how much you wish.. It ain't possible I'm getting fat p**y - overgrown cat k** you with 14 punchlines, yeah you 2 weak We flowing at her crib.. Now I'm home sick Like putting your hands in the toilet you feeling my sh** I'm a rapping doctor; I'm healthily sick k**ed a n***a with my rhymes, he was punched to d**h Put my a** in the freezer; now my sh** is the coolest I got my dog K9 we give you rabies n***as claim they the sh** well I ain't smelling y'all I put it the hole.. yea I like them puns Video games under my feet I'm on top of my game n***as anxiously waiting for my mixtape; they like a b**h in labour huh! I'm a lyrical genius - make einstein jealous! I'm out! Malee Verse 2: On the streets you playing On the mic I'm sayin I'm bound to keep it real No a** can't seal no deal No man can afford my bills All booty, curves and thick.. Slick n***a's with empty pockets I gotta sum bad b**hes Tryin to degrade me b**hes I'm off the hook Haters so calm n shook Welcome to Malee's World Where kings n pearls don't exist Slick n***a's with empty pockets I'll keep you nikka's stressed Like a teen taking pregnancy tests b**hes been chopped n screwed Waiting for MTV's camera crew Saluting all these rappers Amen to hiphop.. K9 Verse 3: n***as want a plan “C” coz they say K9 “B” with us Nicko dating Akhona, Ima call that n***a Nicholas You defeat me? n***a I'm laughin like Mawande Man you rap is so boring, it's like you recorded on a monday sh**, my flow is sick, bring that rap medicine If Rap is Bafana Bafana, call me Gordan Igesund Like Kaizer Chiefs beatin Pirates, I break yo f**en skeleton Albert Einstein flow! 'coz my flow intelligent McNasti' Verse 4: Yeah! I be delivering punchlines like I'm Santa Too ill, I'm too dope, I got that motherf**en brain cancer I'm too ill, my styles do k** Keep it calm and listen My swag is too sick, I kicked behind and I lift off My kit is faster than a pin ball What's big? What fith? Cookin up them punchlines, I found the motherf**en recipe Sipping on that brandy, and chillin on that Bentley This is motherf**en entertainment Yeah, hala back Now rap amended Standing on my ti pi-toes These “wana-bees” wana f**en hoes These “wana-bees” wana be like Holy King Let them highly dope These n***as rap and disrespect me, I got my globe and my psychic coat Yeah I'm too dope! All these rappers gotta know it This is f**en Theory, yeah Darwin said it Now thank you, amen!