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Austin McGrady
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Appetite
[Verse 1] I'm not a rapper, I'm an artist And my heart is, dead inside a carcass That I dress up in a suit and tie and walk with So if you see a skeleton talking, you know thats Austin
Mr. McGrady with that crazy conscience Illegitimate child of Satan's many offspring Sinner, a marksman at killing syllables, heart ripped Into infinite parts for dinner with some parsnips
I'm parched, I need water just to calm this Fire I'm spittin', admire and witness this flawless Despicable, heartless, villainous Spartan Who would kill for his craft, now sit back and watch this
[Chorus] Oh now have you come to play? Well fuck the fuck off, get out of my way Do nothing if you think you're gonna do something Do nothing if you think you're gonna do something
[Verse 2] I'm not an artist, I'm a genius I'm like Merlin with wording my thesis I'm like Jesus performing these speeches And forming these verbs into Billboard releases
There's so much love in the air, I'm getting bored with breathing Immoral immortal, never formally speaking I am forwardly reaching toward the core reason Of being a rapper, tryna capture that feeling
I had back in '09, I'd throw rhymes Off the dome, go home, record em' and hit a gold mine These dope lines make dope fiends get more high Cause no blow could flow more prime, it's showtime
[Chorus] Oh now have you come to play? Well fuck the fuck off, get out of my way Do nothing if you think you're gonna do something Quit fucking with me if you aint real, fucker
I'm not a genius, I'm a pharaoh I am the future of music, I am the hero Better be careful, dangerous grounds Stepping on my turf, turn around, 'fore I burn you down like ground zero
I'm my own army and militia My military is killing everyone so witness The massacre as I blast and burn your commissioner And I take the top position but I aint finished bruh
Rip it up, every written word wicked enough That I could stick up a jewelry store by sticking up A pen cause I murder shit with this ink, link me up With 10 pens, thats an arsenal and I'll kill everyone
[Chorus] Oh now have you come to play? Well fuck the fuck off, get out of my way Get out of my way Get out of my way
Do nothing if you think you're gonna do something (3x) Quit fucking with me if you aint real fucker
You aint real fucker (2x)
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