Lyrics Iwata - Missing Texture

Yeah, Levi had to kill it
Yeah, this beat seems nostalgic
Yeah, my crib always hoppin'
Yeah, like this sweater your mom knit
Yeah, I keep those lights dim lit
Yeah, clerk think my cash counterfeit
Yeah, don't follow me I gotta dip
Yeah, snatch your girl she slobbin (What?)
On my, on my, on my, on my knob bitch
What you say 'bout me snitch
All mall core ass 'Crombie Fitch
Throw your dead ass in the ditch
I'm always on the grind bitch
Blue snowball I'm sliming it
Friends think I'm all out of it
You know MT just can not quit
Yeah- rubba ruh- rub a dub dub in the tub
Rip it off bitch yeah that's another stub
Play ball with the haters catch another dub
Rep the boys like a mama bear and her cubs
Pair me with ya friend, bitch that's a mismatch
Fresh on the track, like I swallow tic tacs
Order up at Logan's, I eat baby back
Blow me kisses in class, yeah I'm cuffin me a snack
Intergalactic planetary
Monetary values are all I see
The stars are shining and the bars are aligning
Just look at me now I'm flexing via rhyming
Execute comedy with excellent timing
A lot of you out there are slums being slimy
You got a problem with me? I solve it with an IV
Spreadin' my sauce splash it on my cuisine
I bring out the crowds and we all start to riot
Like my boy Squarepants just say fry it
I'm a walking living legend that resembles Seth Rogan
I was heavily influenced, shout out to Rowlan
I tried my damn best to get the damn ball rolling
Popularity rising like it really ain't nothing
Codeine Crew looking like the next sensation
We be treading all over the goddamn nation
Watch me go and buy bout twelve carnations
Trying to jump start a specific relation
Gossiping about me go throw quotations
The end is near, have you read revelations?
The demons are speaking moving my mouth for me
Haven't ate for days, that is malnourishing
You know who they pick for dodgeball drafting
First is me, and then whoever else is rapping
Tryna get more than I've ever got before
I be in the trenches like it's 1944
I feel it in my back- goddamn so sore
I carry this beat like a taxi does a whore
Prop normies up, yeah they be knocking at my door
Saying "Levi this verse really shook me to the core"
Never heard a dude like this, always on the night shift
After this song you'll need a damn medkit
Third degree burns are hard to heal (keep going)
And with this flame I've cooked your last meal
You should take it slow man, c'mon easy does it
Twist the knob bruh, I know you want more of it
A couple months back I filled out an application
In the back of my mind, I pondered fornication
Who would I meet at this new occupation
Thought I might send my location
Yeah fuck off of me fuck off of you
Fuck off to anybody that wanna join my crew
If you are beefing me boy I know it's hella hard
If you had a hero name it would be Super Tard
Your girl is playing with me, but damn she a fat lard
Don't cry S-tier loser pull the tear card
You think your tougher than me, so what's up with the body guard?
Crawl back in your hole lemme rain some mental shards
Might as well pray to me you dunce I am your god-
Now please bow before me
I know I already told you once
I don't fuck with basic girls I shoot the long shot
WhoIsMike shaking us with his shifty hip hop
Yeah, I walk in the spot and they crowd around me
Finesse a Spanish bitch wanna cuddle say "sí"
My fans want a pic you know I make em say
Cheese!