Feast Bro Songtext
von Ryan Carter

Uh, mic check 1-2 (Go get ′em)
Listen close, jigga, yeah


Uh, if haters want it, they can get it
Unbelieveable like Donald Trump working at a soup kitchen
Constipation is unimaginable, when I got watery shit
Eatin' White Castle for breakfast, bitch
Man I was born to flip the script
My first time it wasn′t awesome
A game of give and take
Smelled and sound like dead opossum
You think this game is hard?
Well, living in this world is harder
But don't mess with those drugs like Mary-Louis Parker
AH! look at them, looking in the yearbook
Wishing they were nicer to me years ago on Facebook
Click! I hit delete on all their fables
Friendship tends to blind us, like giant big green lasers
And since I'm on your mind, I′m sure that you′ll storybook me
Available everywhere online, it's hard to overlook me
A whole ′nother shelf for my plaques is on my checklist
Failed at lining em up, never was too good at Tetris
Enough with braggadocio virtue
Cause I gotta get back to my house to make my curfew
Guess I'm just a lame that got a voice in this world
Selling CD′s on my own like a lonely intern
Hanging out at Build-a-Bear super-cool grown-man stand
Everywhere I go, security follow me, I'm the man
And I sleep with my blankie still ya
And always keep Melissa Joan Hart on my bedsite table ya
No, don′t think your ready for me just yet
Be more scary if I sign a major label contract
What drug is he on? fuck you, kiss ass and be gone
They handin' me my towels because they work at Bed, Bath & Beyond
Come on man! broad-day in the driveway
My dick got sucked off hard by a lady (OH MY GOODNESS!)
My raps might be corny, my rep might be dead
But I'm quick to blow my top like a virgin getting edged
Guess I′m tryin′ to prove what's insane, I superseded it
You don′t wanna know the real me, better never freaking Google it
Just know that I never pretend to be hard
I know how to shoot guns and arrows, fuck security guards
Might get popped like Tuco
Gangs in my town make me reverse
And drive the fuck outta dodge like YOU KNOW!!!
And, yes, some of the time I might clame to be tough
But I just say take me to build-a-bear and give me a hug
Fans show me love
That's why I′ll always make music until the death of me
Haters talk shit, but ain't nobody tryna step to me
I hereby request all my fans to inspect this album
Compare to the last two and get back with me
Yeah, I′m just hanging in the mezzanine
Netflix and chill party, bring a jar of vasaline
Not a weird man, but I got ya'll perplexed
Kinda simple on the surface, but deep down complex
They call the albums I make, a mortal sin
But check their playlist on Spotify, I'm there within
Not on the TV yet, but working on VHS
I plan to reach the world, man, I′m starting from the PC′s yes
I put some music out, when I'm getting bored
You may not like the way I look, but my songs are in the stores
My name getting engraved on plaques, shall be the outcome
And my rhymes are sicker than Jared Fogel′s photo albums...
PEACE!
FUCK OUTTA HERE!
NOW BREAK THIS DISC!
This world strange...