muffet!

Getting bread for the family I feel like Muffet
But I’m not a spider I’m feline and buzzing
I feel like I’m fucking the game you just fussing
How you top 10 bitch you’re not top 100
Got top from your mother she like how I’m shining
So I’m bout to her give the bone like Papyrus
But I look like Frisk all you see is my eyelids
I cannot lose I’m Undyne the Undying
I’m going pacifist, actually genocide
Shoutout bong water I still look like Meta Knight
Your bitch still fetishise me, I’m the better guy
Kirby a robot and I’m set to level 9
A boss fight for rappers I feel like I’m Sans
If you turn on your shit then I’m gonna get mad
If I turn on my shit then I’m going to dance
We get turnt as a bitch when we bumping the cats
I don’t fuck with your man’s he keep talkin' that shit
But I don’t ever listen I’m off of a spliff
Now they know about homie they stalking my shit
But this just what I wanted I’m plotting to win
Think these rappers too scared to acknowledge me
Won’t collab cause they know they can’t body me
Bitch I always knew I’m a prodigy
And I’m only increasing my quality
Now people compare me to artists I idolised
Got me hyped up I could look at em' eye to eye
I’ll make a living off this shit it’s finalised
2cool4ever they’ll bump me when I will die
My flow chaotic I feel like I’m Clyptic
When I’m bumping Kirby I feel like I’m gifted
I recommend bumping the tape if you trippin'
Off mushrooms or acid this shit will hit different
Determination I feel it inside my veins
Bitch the world what I make it I take what I wanna take
I been speeding up frequently I ain’t hitting the brakes
I’m just hitting on whatever bong I got till it breaks
I feel like god off an eighth of any drug that I take
But Imma do this shit daily won’t give my body a break
But this shit really worth trading you hear the shit I just made
Bitch I already sold my soul there ain’t no stopping my fate
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
Why you always fake, fake
You a human shake weight
We ain’t moving at the same pace
I do not mean to be rude
But I am so glad I don’t gotta be you
Kirby pull up you like «What do we do?»
Nothing you pussy I’m slaughtering you
Smoked so much weed there’s resin on my teeth
But I move too clean now they’re mentioning my feats
Now these fuckers surrounding me questioning why we
Bout to beat em' motherfucker you ain’t with the right team
You ain’t with the right scene, no wonder your life be
Just another piece of shit who wanting to spite me
You cannot fight me I’m fitted like ice cream
Pink shoes still work when I step where your eyes be (Yah!)