This isn't a competition
And I hope I ain't taking your sustenance
But I was thinking I could spit out a rhyme
Some things have been on my mind
And maybe someone delivers a compliment
The comment section is a concert set
I see mosh pits over the government
I see conscious heads getting their forks ready
Getting their torches lit, oh what a contra threat
They're about to drop a thread
Mayor Garcetti or maybe cops again
My worries aren't the QWERTY warriors, opposite
Taking a break off the content, hey?
Feels like you flew off the continent
Is it maybe I haven't been acting ladylike
Or I'm trying to hop on the back of the LANY hype
Or I just haven't been complaining, right?
Well this should make up for the back log, drain the pipes
Ain't a contest, don't need that
But you had a need, and we had an agreement
Is it 'cause I'm super bloody with the ski mask
That you wanna cross arms and withhold feedback?
I want to blame men, like a blanket case
But being specific means I get a casket made
You're being so monolithic with the chances babe
I'm being so optimistic when I pass the plate
You're starting to do numbers, the attention has come
Can't let a girl with impeccable gumpsh share the light
I tear the mic, so if you're terrified
I understand, if you're scared of heights
Seen, I'm aerodyne
An erudite
My pen just blew up so I'm scared to write
Scared to lift all these gold bars
On your high horse, please send me a postcard