Schrödinger’s Kat

Yo if I bit you it was just to bitch you
Or it's stuck in the head and I like it so much, I'm mad with you
It's not something I could show you with rap
I still can't pronounce Schrödinger's cat
As a lyri-cyst, you're real fucking cancerous
I rap radically, you could say I'm an extremist
It's so many lyrics been recorded to date
At sometimes I'm not sure what's important to say
A rapper's favorite rapper like I preach to the choir
I've always dreamed of repeating the cycle and beating my child
That's probably why the God made me infertile
I royal flush that baby, just need me a wild
And y'all wylin' can't tell what's satire
You heard my verse and was likе that's fire
Still show up on my porch with a bag of shit
Acting like you got something to match it that's lit

Vеrse 2, ain't no rehearsal from me
Just telling you to stop rapping commercially
Bitching bout you sold what you wrote
To reapers that don't ever wanna claim you the goat
That's what happens when you have no heart or lyrical substance
I have that, stuck in my throat and my stomach
That's probably why I rap about such potent subjects
Makes me sound like a dick cause it's unknown to public
But I just want my privacy, stop riding me
I'm not the one for a rivalry
Cause I don't even have any limitations myself
I see me in you it's really like I'm killing myself
See innocence? I was born guilty
Watching cult classics from Walt Disney
Funny cause nowadays living is so diffi-cult
Those bars is banned, can't get into those