Rick And Morty – GAWNE

[Rick (Morty):]
Morty!
(Rick?)
Hey Mooorrrtyyyy!

[GAWNE:]
Lately, I’ve been causing drama
Imma ruin your life I’m karma
Fuck your bitch without a condom
Now you call her baby mama
Now I’m a very proud father
Met a shawty in Boston
Said her name is Osama
Head she gave me was bombing
I’m not talking marathoning
I’m taking Bin Laden
I don’t think with my noggin (Boucher)
I’ve been rapping like Bobby
Momo-momo-momo
Everything I do is for mama
Everything you do is retarded
Every verse I lay is a W, Lupe
Everything you say is goose say
It’s because all of your shit is garbage
Like it was written for Blueface
You got some generic content
All they ever do chase is commerce
All I ever chase is Heaven’s gates
I’m tryna be the greatest if I’m ever being honest
Life is a race in a two-lane
But not a school in New Orleans
I’m up at 2 in the morning
Put in the work until I’m yawning
Competition, they be snoring
Sleeping on me like a Pokeball, unleashing Snorlax
My flow is very nice; my name a Borat
I was a doormat
We were stuck whipping in Fords and exploring, tourist
But I’m not Dora
Used to deliver them pizzas
God man, that shit was so boring
Nothing that I could afford then
I was still itching for more
Put my pen to the pad until it made me a quarter
Millie no Bobbie off touring
Now I drive around in foreigns (hmmm)
Shit was imported from Florence
500 horses peeling off after every corner
Quarantining in a DeLorean
It’s got a peel to the cornea (corner)
Says that I’m fixing to visit the Morgue ’cause I’m living for the reckless euphoria
I’m popping pills with my bitch named Victoria
37 floors walled off a story
‘Lorida
Yeah

Lately, I’ve been causing drama
Ruin your life like I’m karma (brrrr)
I give a fuck about commerce
Rather they’d pay me in homage
Middle finger to the label
They tryna keep me in bondage (Ah)
But I’m not a slave to your product
Look at you made me a monster

[Moxas:]
Yeah
Look at you made me a monster
I might dip out with your momma (ayy, yeah)
Hop on some shit and I just get to spittin’ like I was a llama (ayy, wait)
Tell me she love me, she love me, I told her I don’t want no drama (ayy, wait)
Homie was sentenced
We split that shit up like I’m a fucking comma (ayy, yeah)
And now I’m out here running up a check
I might kill a bitch like I was working at a vet
Everybody talking but they talking on the net
And if I go to take a shot you better know I’m getting that
No cap and they flow lacking too easy (yuh)
Please nigga no traction, won’t beat me (huh?)
That’d be what I do for the bag
Only tell the fucking truth of my rap
You should be moving it back

‘Cause if I move I’m about to move to attack you
Move the smoothie better Google my passion
It’s really brutal than that
Won’t stop when I (what?)
Go pop and if (yeah)
I go and travel through dimensions I’mma do it with swag
Got your bitch and I’m pushing you from the back
I’m kinda rude, you assuming the fact
I be cooling with the crew and if you stupid
Get to spewing shit
Then you are just a fruity kid
And get to true to doing all that shit you do when you are dead (prrrr)

Yeah
That’s 6K (yeah)
I’ve been in the field like six days (uh huh)
Yo new shit got six plays (ay, what)
No devil shit man I’m just saying (uh uh)
I begin to crib and I’m just praying (huh)
Say you’re better than me, hope you just playing (nah)
Automatic with it man, I’m just spraying (ay)
In my bedroom with your bitch laying
Bitch aiming

[GAWNE:]
Lately, I’ve been causing drama
Ruin your life like I’m karma (brrrr)
I give a fuck about commerce
Rather they’d pay me in homage
Middle finger to the label
They tryna keep me in bondage (Ah)
But I’m not a slave to your product
Look at you made me a monster

[Rick:]
Boom!
Big reveal I’m a pickle
What do you think about that?