Lyrics Famous Rapper - Marx

Ayo my feet like size eleven
If you book me, make sure there's cash and a rider present
Christmas coming, hide your presents
I rock shows with legends, why? 'Cause I'm a legend
Yeah I'm cocky with it, I got a right to be
You bodying me? Nah that's highly unlikely
Ayo sound man, turn up the fucking mic for me
Y'all don't want war, you just look at me spitefully
They see me shining, I don't wear shine though
The strength of a rhino without wearing rhinestones
The type of rhyme flow to leave your fucking mindblown
Need a pen and paper, don't write rhymes on my phone
Too scared to book me as support act
Marx? Yo he'll blow me off stage, I know you thought that
Here to bring an end to all of your dead rhyming
And show y'all motherfuckers why I should be headlining

Martin Guymer, pretentious rhymer
The never on timer, the Cypress Hill climber
Drink the Frosty Jack's cider since I was a minor
Disappear without a trace like Jerry Bruckheimer
I'm not dissing you here, what I meant is
Go missing for two years like Ali DiLaurentis
I hope you don't take this too offensive
Didn't hear your name once, nah you didn't get mentioned
Maybe I should let you catch up
Take five years off and see how we stack up
Assassinate my character, you're having bad luck
Oh they're talking 'bout me? I could give a mad fuck
Teacher said what you wanna be when you're older
I can tell you the exact words I told her
I never subscribed to the brainless chatter
I said, Miss when I grow up I'ma be a famous rapper