Pototrey - Rap lyrics

[Verse 1] What up? These girls all call me puffy Cause they think I'm super swell I'm Bugs Bunny, you're Doug Funny Other words, I'm a legend and you're boring as hell I'm abhorring as well, just in case you can't tell I give this place color like outpouring pastels I could go fast as I want, I'm just being slow here Like a boring gazelle Time to reheat a little and pick up the beat a little I'm a fruit bat eating a Kit-Kat But you couldn't sugarcoat a Skittle I'm stemming a bit that's even more wick-wack Then decorating your house with Vanilla Ice knickknacks This is bound to be a sick track, my name on a coin You couldn't get minted if you chugged a tin of Tic-Tacs You're a mismatch, and I'm the Joe DiMaggio of rap Nuttier than pistachio, and I'll always save the princess I'm Mario without the mustachio These girls watch me spit and they're like, "Man, he's flashy, whoa" If anything I'm trashy, yo But as far as savvy goes, you're not a ten Not Tennessee, you're from Tallaha**ee, no It ain't Halloween, ladies, but my rap is pretty spooky You think you're on my level? You're kooky I'm in the top five rappers alive and dude, you're dookie But you're not the best Green Day album, you're a basket case Spraying acid in your face, flaccid sack of grapes is all you're leaving 'em I'm literally cleaving 'em, I've got them hawking but I'm not Stephen, him? He's nowhere near as metaphorically well put-together as me She thinks my tractor's s**y, and man, you're not Kenny Chesney If anything you're McCormick, I guess you can say I've got the genre mastered But you're gonna die tonight and leave 'em screaming, "You ba*tard!"