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Passive | King Chavez

Hello to all Smitty for no particular reason, inspired by my little cousin who always asked to go when we were little, shoutout to him I feel old some times but don't we all Just kick me off the stage Beat composed by yours truly I do my own stunts and I write my own rhymes ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Lyrics: One- two, one- two I put the ‘G’ in gingivitis to knock out your front tooth Your squad is rushed, run through, plus with battling, mastering this art, I’m Sun Tzu, fun dude like a mushroom Mycelium spores won’t want to touch you, but reach out at least to do what we do, make yall see blue , this a rehash, recoup like reboot, need a redo on a prelude Nabbin’ ya fam, Aunt Sally, Bobby, Lapri, Lou, Terri, Richard- forget it, we can prolly take the police dude The sheriff- I’m sure if he knew how barren I left it, he’d beg “Yo, get me too!!” That’s a fine hen, eggs duller than my pen when it write checks at joints I dine in, but only if it’s a 9/10, and it's rare that I’ll find them, my mind’s phlegm Reduced to a gooey mucus I’m shooting through a tube of glue, kinda soothing So viscous and smooth it’s- actually kinda gross man, Imma need a potion to clear up this sickness, like a winter cold you get during a Christmas, heartbroken like a postman delivering Dear John’s with frail emotions on a 8R 410 Row Crop leave wheat impotent seeds beat and best believe it when I say we lacked a notion, get smacked with lotion, I’m attacking yo friends, to no end, assaulting Joe, Ben, Vinny, Tim, Logan, Clarissa, Zach, his sista Moe when all of a sudden she chantin’ omens, that's when I’m gone fast “Come back King, how long’s this song last? I can’t act, sing, I’m not a pawn, sass just got you confused-“ I ain’t amused by hand back spring loops you got me in, bounce back like I’m sproutin’ I’m pooping and shoutin’ Coup is loose and I’m poutin’ Got fruit from the mountains, foes get rowdy and I gotta throw a noose on em, scoutin’ the perimeter from what I’ve deduced, numbers similar to one two, countin’ the ounces of food I’m bound to consume Biggest hounds assumed the most viscous, taking up so many pounds in the room, you'd think British banks were being ransacked Matching and backing it up in a tactical truck, I’m laughing, imagine a duck with a stroke of magical luck chasing after a buck, no cash but an actual buck with dysfunctioning lacrimal ducts, too tough cracking its knuck- oh Am I just lacking a sense of rational events, write in the pad wit a pen as I’m crashing a Benz, license expired, you mind redacting my sins, I caught myself asking again, break for change like I’m cracking a ten, one 5, 4 ones, and I'm lacking some cents Otherwise I might have to get some beat into me, my fists are intimate with enemies, only lyrically, seriously, you can practically see my peace dude, we zen and I hardly eat food, preaching to reach you, if I take aim and you ain’t spotted you just see through Keep pushing me, you must like the taste of steel cause you about to see my piece, dude Your rhymes are pee poo, other words your paper’s covered in emictions and fecal excrement I rhyme for the betterment of me and my people Anyone who’s ever been in a place where they clueless, I can attest to it Why be excessively verbose, you ain’t gotta choose it as long as the contents you spit are fluid, so feel free to go stupid, just not in the way that I do, kid or we gon have to duke it out Passive, suffer lacerations on the back hip Mag- clips rounded the place where I keep my piece mount-ed Chap stick; what its held together by until take off when them feathers fly Couldn’t think of a better lie when the weather’s nice I’m a betta guy than I- amagine these severed ties woulda been cut several times over being a two layered leather ply, I got hands on the lever, try me and I’ll beat you with cheap plastic, a T-Ball bat stick I keep all that funny biz back, I ain’t cheezing or laughing Appeasing the masses, they go bananas just to see me in action Receiving some cash when they opt out, recede from the matches I’m leading the pack and taking charge, barge in, deleted the people that’s barely seen as passing I’m mean when I actually seem like I’m happy, my bae is green like the Packers, pack a salad for lunch and eat all after a snack with a flavor that’s stabbing my tongue as I watch tv and adverts, keep my combo a medium, that too much to ask for? This is menial yapping, speaking of snacking I really those like them lil hors d'oeuvres with the cheese and the crackers I’m hoping Jesus beams us up with the tractor We can all get to heaven be happy, lovely dovey, walk before the rapture