Текст песни Shwabadi - Braggadocious v2 (feat. Dan Bull, Connor Quest! & Rustage)
V2 here we go again boys
I'm surrounded by goats bro, let's get it
Yeah yeah (Shwabadi is going crazy)
Man
Look out, there's a bear in the booth and
He's boutta say some wild shit, scaring the youth
Money stacked so high, got an aerial view
Tryna tell me I ain't rich? Homie, where is the proof?
Where is the proof? Man the proof's in the pudding
Tryna catch me slipping like i'm losing my footing
Got the tool I'm untucking, got em moving, they're ducking
Tryna bite, leave em shocked like a blueberry muffin
Man-Eater bug flip summon
Like a blind girl hookup, boy, they never saw me coming
Yeah that line about a toolie might have just been Badi bluffing
But I bet you'll find out soon if you gon keep on yapping youngin
Back to the music, I'm sick of the violence
Back to the stu, never finished with grinding
Back to the macking, I'm back to the sack
Cus I'm banging a baddy and bagging the finest (Uh)
Ugh, this shit is nasty
Don't play my tracks when in front of your family
I don't like rapping about fighting and battery
But some days I wanna go curbstomp a nazi
Don't at me, my notis are full
I'm a beast, act sheepish, I'm running your wool
All my contacts are artists been bumping since school
In fact, here comes one now, ayo, Dan Bull
Im a little bit braggy, a little bit saucy
My willy's even bigger than a horsie
Not a horse's willy, but an actual horse
From the head to the tail, from the shaft to the balls
Leave a gap in the track for a pause
Note the lack of applause
Ha, but of course I'm used to it
It's the children that are wrong if they don't choose to consume my shit
Coprophilia's not the prettiest, topic really if pop's your area
So cop a feel of this plop, hilarious! "Stop the prurience!" What? I'm serious
That's the problem, that's what Ed Sheeran Is not fulfilling in his pop career
He's just profiteering off of non-manure related topics here and mopping up the millions
And I'm not here for it
We need more songs full of cocks and urine in them
Lots of sperm in them, like cubicle walls
In toilet blocks in Birmingham, too many balls
Get a mop, detergent and get cleaning the floor
Because we've got an urgent... I don't know what I mean any more
Sorry, I just followed the stream of my consciousness
And I clearly really need a psychologist
Please accept my deepest apologies
For wrecking the track Shwabadi, I acknowledge this
But at least I'm not misreading politics
Like that wally Tom bleeding MacDonald is
I'm going regret saying this 'cause of his toxic fanbase and that
But seriously what a div
Danny B, Rustage, Connor Q and Shwabadi
My anime family rapping up a cabaret
We're serving y'all, call it cabernet
Who'd thought a bunch of nerds indoors would come to a form a caliphate?
That's a hell of an elaborate way to collaborate
Four white monsters at once can caffienate
Now extrapolate that all over the map, it's a nerdcore global attack
All known for the fact that we're so good at rap
That we've broken the track and there's no going back
It took an age for this mug to get discovered
Now there's people with mugs that have my name in their cupboards
Used to celebrate a hundred subs, drinks and get on it
If did that now, I'd be a fucking alcoholic
Fill my Amazon baskets full of manga and gadgets
Then can tell my accountant the need to add them for taxes
I remember being skeptical about this whole rap shit
Banking everything I had was a gamble but I mean
What's the worst that could happen, the world is collapsing
Concerns are all stacking, can't see my girl without a permit to pass in
And Cali's burning to ash and pandemic surgin, it's rapid
And there's a fucking fifth Purge movie (A fifth?)
I'm just making the best
Of a not so perfect circumstance I been trapped in
On a vibe but there's few set on killing it
Attacking little nerds with a passion really your first plan of action?
That's some cartoon villain shit
Have you got nothing better to do, embellishing truth
Repetitive views, its making me snooze
Yearly Footlocker wage, I just spent it on shoes
Nah I'm kidding, but my house has space if you have rent for the room
Badi barge by and pass through your guard
Boy is always on the ball, call him Swhab-dul Jabbar
Got me rapping with my second and third favourite Daniels
The first being Jack on the rocks with the glass full
I don't even care if you're into me
Listen these words hit hard like a dictionary
They try to solve success like a mystery
You either try you best of get Italy-d
I'm like Pinocchio but I can tell lies
Get out my magnum, I'm leaving them iced
I'm like hikaru I've pre-moved my life
And like sigma I've shifted into a new time
I got opps on my line, I got bare baddies
But they know I got bite, like I'm bearbadi
Cause it ain't no surprise that they fare badly
But they looking for rhymes be like "Where's Danny" (Where?)
I'm staying gassed like it's steampunk
Cold at the top like a ski jump
This ain't a game it's the redux
You wanna be us? Can't even keep up
They ain't got nothing on what Shwabadi does
Green on my mind like it's crash course
Pricks wanna ride on this track like the grand tour
I can spit the worst verse on a song
But they ain't ever gonna put Rustage in the "and more"
Hoarding all the wealth like a landlord
Money from my clips like it's trash talk
Pussy stepping up like a catwalk
I'ma sit by cause they know that's what this ass for
