Lyrics Fucker of the Arts - Pyrophoria

B-A-D
Trap please
Clap please
Plaque reads
Give back please
What's that mean
At ease
Bad knees
Bad dreams
Black tea
Black keys
Call that
Natural to displease
Accidental
I love these
Ok mental
They came to see gentle
I am experimental
Transcendental
Tremble
Get your Kindle
Get your fentanyl
Gregor Mendel
Says you resemble
The fundamental
Like a pedicle

Catch me on the charts
I am the fucker of the arts
Country shit ain't take no smarts
Fucked around and made sparks
This is how an explosion starts
I'm waiting for all the parts
Pillaging Walmart's
Headcounting the black hearts
Ready to swim with the sharks
Lewis of the Clark's
I cry because of someone's remarks
God damnit a bitch embarks

I chart and then I fall
Bye bye bitch with no fans at all
Yeah but I threw you a curve ball
Who is she they say on the conference call
My genre is change your protocol
Spotify can get fucked just overall
Listeners many a Neanderthal
Arson will be my curtain call
All in all I'm just a stone in their wall

Why do I rap
Is this trap
I'm on the map
Metal is where I'm at
Just lump that shit chap
Gonna put a cap
On my releases or clap
My music is a death trap
Have at
I'm at the gap
Yappers yap
Scrappy rapper gonna scrap
Don't give a crap
Happy rapper slap
Have a nap
Take a lap
Shine my boots with the strap
I had a stab
A basement my lap
I do a song a day you mad
Cause I'm bad
Your Spotify is sad
Get out a notepad
I'm burning every fad
I'm burning everything I had
I'm running this olympiad
80 hour weeks comrade
You're lagging just a tad