Lyrical Breakdown of Mankin (feat. wifisfuneral) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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That beat is just weird as fuck (haha)
Nah, straight up, keep it recording (alright)
Check this chain on my neck (gang, hey)
My voice muted?
Gang, yeah, yeah
Gang
After I hit metamorph, hey
I am a dog, girl abort, hey (gang)
Shoot pregnant wife in a Porsche, yuh, hey (hey, hey)
That is expensive abortion, hey
I ran it up, fuck a portion, hey (huh? What?)
Ain't had no family like orphan, hey
Might sell some xan to the orphan, yuh
On yo' face, might stomp the yard (what? What? What?)
On my Mom, I'd catch a charge (what? What?)
Play with pussy like guitar (huh? What? Ugh)
I'm the realest one thus far, hey, yuh (yeah)
You are just running, a candidate, hey (what?)
Your girlfriend said you are minute man, hey
Bitch, my trap house, it got management, hey (yeah)
I got no heart, I'm a manikin
I got no heart, I'm a manikin (uh)
I got no heart, I'm a ma-, uh (uh)
I got no heart, I'm a manikin, hey
(Uh) I got no heart, I'm a-, yuh, ayy (uh)
I got no heart, I'm a manikin (this shit's alright)
I got no-, ayy, hey, yeah
And then it cuts
Yeah, but yeah, keep it, keep it goin' though
Yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah
Yeah, I'm not gon' lie, Wifi, you turned up on this shit
Ayy, yeah, look, damn
Like pussy, why you duck my fade?
I stare at Satan in the face
You soft as fuck, like, what the fuck?
I flick my cig and then you fade, ayy
Now since a jit I been in love with that fuck shit
.40 clips causing white noise in her voice
That she sniff, no distortions
Half a fat check on my teeth like I'm Norbit
OG gas pack to contaminate lungs, now I'm higher than orbits
Falling off like Forbes, put the force into her core
I'm the one like I'm Obi, forcing whores to forfeit
Come within my circle, we gon' clip your vocals
I got no heart, I'm a manikin
I got no heart, I'm a manikin, hey
I got no heart, I'm a manikin
I got no-, yeah
I'm from the south
I'm from the south
I'm from the south
Square one, bring it back