You Flunked Lyrics by Casual

You Flunked Lyrics

    Verse one:

    Get a load of this mc, and that mc
    I guess the g does not posess the recipe
    You're stale men fell when
    Inferior complexes of when john flexes
    Vexes the, competition often stop and listen
    In all men men saught in, raw
    I bet your best to play to crave the savior
    Never let the sweat be seen against me fiending
    For an inkling when, the sin retreat
    Before the score is scuffed, you flunk again
    I recommend that you step, or i deck your chin
    Then i grin cause you slept, you kept your
    Face placed in the spot from, first to last
    Now listen up as cas come burst that ass
    Basically, your crew stunk
    Here's your grade chump, you flunked

    Chorus:

    Like that and uh, mc's just flunked (4x)

    Verse two:

    It's vital how i pull tricks up off my jock
    Sticks and stones breakbeats and bones
    Make fleets of clones, drop
    Sway as i say an essay, will impress a critic
    Critic the way i bring a flow, get it
    I'm the dopest, admit it
    Regurgitate when you bit it
    Ex-lax the skills of a poet that's the shit
    And he know it, i swat em seek em out, and close in-
    -tro blows internally damaging men pos-ing
    I suppose thin tracks are always wack
    It all pays back when you stays fat
    Like that and uh, like this and uh
    This man'll, show you how to flow, dope
    Simply stating my standpoint on the, spunk
    Basically, you flunked

    Chorus

    Chorus two:

    Like that, the competition, they just flunked (4x)

    Verse three:

    It's curtains, the way to adjust, must just be
    Bearing with the tearing and ripping
    That i'm inflicting, from where the proper shit
    Of my begin when, tricks lead your saliva
    Is deep in my dick, clean i need a remedy from men that be
    All into me, they might fall into the abyss
    As i twist these melodies
    Hella mc's seize these fellas be
    Prolific, with it, all intact
    Keep in touch even though i'm only callin back
    Wack, you're week-er than seven days
    You should find a way to bring a weaker thought like crime pays
    I simply the peak in rhyme divinity when it be
    Up to me, for the funk
    Higher like this, higher like that
    I got your brain again, you flunked

    Chorus

    Chorus two

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