OriJanus - Bottle lyrics

[VERSE 1] Flow is telekinesis, tell your friends and nieces You rest in pieces after our encounter and meet Jesus I'm the cleanest, but still unknown and unheard Ignorant fools who listen get bu*thurt I get your mental capacity blown with my dastardly flow Every sheet of lyrics are put up as a masterpiece show You ain't never heard worse my words are loud like gunbursts I can switch any style I want on the fly Like hitting inner rhymes at an given time 50 feet away from me, and you're far from perfection There's no one deeper on the mic that has this attention You can call me p**y, but I'm still the top cat So forget all the rubbish you put out, no one's gonna cop it Forget your doubts, I'm never outta metaphors My lyrics leave haters bleeding, that's what the medic's for Cause I only like my opponents like I like my sushi, extra raw [HOOK] Maybe it's the henny, maybe the patron Maybe it's just you being in the zone Maybe it's the barcadi, who knows? Chance is, You must be drunk on the bottles Maybe it's the cris, maybe it's the jack Maybe it's the bud, making you none the wiser Maybe it's just you thirsty to be the best at rap Regardless, you must be drunk on the bottles [VERSE 2] Whether mixed left or right, my flow stay centered My notebook's gonna be k**ed over by collectors I don't have an ego, why would you think that? Set up a battle, and the pussies better show in the flesh like skinned cats f*ggots wanna try to stop the style that I'm trying to bring back So when the 2x4 swings, they better think fast Screw everyone, and keep your goddamn distance I'm also suing you for saying your the best, which in turn is copyright infringement A demented sentence gets your feelings damaged Remember to keep me in rotation like a ceiling fan, kid I always got more arms than a centipede Many see that it's not safe to mention me Cause I'll appear out of the mist indefinitely And split your wig from a 45 angle degree My lyrics aren't a gimmick, they always stun fakes And I'll be banking millions on you dumba**es until Sunday [HOOK] [VERSE 3] Forget the ruckus, I got pain for you s**ers You couldn't bounce with me even if you were made of rubber If you follow me, you'll undoubtedly end up in the dumpster Or literally have you lying undercover My repotoire set the bar so high for the next to par Point blank is I don't like you period, like a menopause The seminar's tonight, you should attend The curriculum is on how to use a pen My flow's innovative, on point and appreciated Get a**imilated, can't keep a mistake I created Slash a cat's face, that's what I call getting a clean cut Y'all only lean on me after I busted your knee up I wrote this down in 30 minutes max Low cla** relaxation, sitting back in my flat Take your novels and throw them off a cliff That's the only way you'll drop knowledge on a kid [HOOK]