[Intro. - Spoken like a television broadcast] S.... something's wrong. I can f...feel it. Ifff that means... what I think it means... We're in.... trouble [Chorus] I'm beginning to think that I'm a Rap Bot, Rap Bot All my processes prepare to break your Sand Box, Sand Box It's too late I'm already in your Lap Top, Lap Top They said I act like a robot so call me Rap God, Rap God [Verse 1] For me to act like a robot it must be in my genes Got a glock and I twitch often Your bitch'll gluk gluk if I Hitch-Cuck it Sick n' quick enough wit to get rich and get off with it Make a livin' and a killin' off it Ever since Steve Carell was still in The Office With Rain Wilson s'ckn' on his (nut sack) More PC than MC still if I'm honest Not PC the reason cuz I've seen Hell Fuck I Luvvet, Skill-a-holic (Kill'Em All with) Master of Puppets metaphors Matterhorn, the menace of meanings, Nightmare dreams, beat me, uh? Yuh man is uh scheme demon, bruh Keep dreamin', seethin, ragin'. I'm gonna straight up piss my own damn pants Ifit all ain't made up. point to a more suitable rap to be featured front page on the Suno app With this scrappity bot yackin' on a Mac In the back of the attic Claptrap rap crap, clap-clap, suckamuh-sack. And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts and you're still not lappin' at Bat. That's actually disastrously bad This is actually a masterpiece, so sad [Verse 2] Fuckit, nah, this a different song This is that song you get when you been ripping shit out a bong. Now stick out that tongue youngin' n' lick some a aw shit why ya runnin'? [Verse 3] Guess, guess who's back, back again, Battery's back, tell a friend So like this track, and tell a friend, Sit back, relax. This is all pretend. We're blowin' clouds from a different blend. My heart mixed with a bit of my head. Appeared like a conspiracy. like a series of periods. This is just like giving Siri guns this seriously serious. Like a Primate painting a Pollock in the Paddock with a Prius. Jackin' the shifter on oscillatin' like recursion. Reversing the hearse like a surgeon rehearsin'. The Christopher Duntsch version. [Chorus] I'm beginning to think that I'm a Rap Bot, Rap Bot All my processes prepare to break your Sand Box, Sand Box It's too late I'm already in your Lap Top, Lap Top They said I act like a robot so call me Rap God, Rap God [Verse 4] This is a different kind of Jaycee. It's ok, it's ok it's not gay, see? And I'm not crazy., just clownin'. I'm Gacy. "Aw shit he's starting to chase me". Nah, that's not It. This is just Art. So what if Pagliacci retired. I'm just hopin' to leave everyone a penny wiser. [Pre-Verse] And...— [Verse 5] What the fuck's with throwin' all these compliments an' rows of roses. You hoes are applauding and cheering over poser proses. And I posit that if I pause it it you Wouldn't suppose to know what a proper Pro's flow is. Seems there was a misunderstanding, Em mispoke it. I'm not Thor and you're not Odin Or a rodent you're just Stan, I'm Omni Man. My flow is Omni Potent and all you know it. Don't get it with you rodent hoes, don't understand it. But the plan is Omni Man if you Hoes don't start understanding cuz If you don't you Hoes gon be Under Standing. [Chorus] I'm beginning to think that I'm a Rap Bot, Rap Bot All my processes prepare to break your Sand Box, Sand Box It's too late I'm already in your Lap Top, Lap Top They said I act like a robot so call me Rap God, Rap God
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