Lyrics Tea Party - Xavier

You've met with a terrible fate
Haven't you?

Bitch I'm at it again
Doing the weird shit with the pad and the pen
Yeah, the hatter is mad
The beats and fucking melodies like peanut butter jelly
When I'm raving at the writing desk like Allen Poe is
Everytime you cringing when my track get a spin
I self-asphyxiate myself and splatter your bitch
I like a cheeky freak with a cheating kink and some cheetah ink
We snapchatting her man
The copperhead is in
I'm hocking venom
You better run for your life cause your options dwindling
Your optics tricking you when we swap identities
And I kill myself with no signs of sympathy
Pass judgement so fast the Westboro Baptist club
Is going pro-choice to keep up to speed
With all the vast numbers
Of how many rappers I'm blasting under
Son of a gun
I am wondering what in the fuck is this White mixed with Muslim fuck
Just thinking when rapping should just give it up
I'm rebuttaling, chuckling, chainsaw juggling
Unluckily running away does nithing
I'm coming for the non-believers one after one
With the thunder kool-aid they stuttering
Xavier's coming
Our saviors coming
Tighter than a tourniquet
Spider-Man would bores of it
Cause I'm web-slinging faster than a high speed chase with the Goblin
Stretching it out like an accordion
Pinching it up like I'm the Scorpion
Then I twist the butterfly in you
No caterpillar metamorphosis
Bitch please, don't tempt me to Vic Freeze
Raw in the flesh cause Jack Frost the crisp V-I-L-L-A-I-N
Gee-whillikers Batman that wind shear's such a brisk breeze
X breathes his mean frigid sixteens
All your cells see is quick squeezes
Glaze your bitch fix clean
Her lips be chandelier glistening
You want smoke? You'll get steam
Bipolar MC, shit, I'll grip heat
Your ice cap's in danger, chik-chik, melting
Fifteen inch blade, vsst-vsst-vssting
Whoops, I scarred my self so Quinn could kiss me
Ah

No, no

Fuck all my family giving
None but abandonment issues
This for my anime bitches
With all they lascivious pictures
For all my fans and my villains
For all my battle rap mentors
For Scott and Jasmine cause this shit's
More than just management
VTMG the Category 5 storm
No warning, force is more than what could FEMA
Hold in their own, I'm out of control, better jump, lay low, like hide and seek
The kingdom I own, DIYO, Ikea
Laughable assholes just gas you upike anesthesia
Dum-da-da-nee-na
Freak off the leash, Hiroshima
Burn me, couldn't be worse than when I was with Nadia
Got burned once, but that was only Ghonorhea
Ishkur, rain on my strippers
Ninti, pink to stink, fifty-fifty
Viper, slither in chambers and pipe her
Cobra, spit in her face then I choke her
Ho's in my phone, trying to book me for more
Snow, sniff out they hole
Shout to Wu-Tang, Tech, Hop, Em, System, and Jigga
Mosca, Chance, Joose, Cornell, KDot and The Gorillaz
Rock, Hip-Hop, Pop, Metal, Jazz, and Gospel singers
Future, past, present, all the above and I deliver
Bitter, never been known a winner
I'm everything you ever wanted
Set up schemes, and petty bars
Heavy beats and sing-alongers
Bread, and weed, and pretty blondes
Symphonies and economics
Ebeneezer, cheddar baller
Weapon-keeping Willy Wonka
Hennessey, machetes, moshers
Fuck what you want, I do music for me
You want advice? There's a tutoring fee
All of this bodying rappers is tedious
Really these plebians need me
You thought Albert was genius
Freeze