Austin McGrady – Appetite lyrics

[Verse:]
I'm not a rapper, I’m an artist
And my heart is, dead inside a carcass
That I dress up in a suit and tie and walk with
So if you see a skeleton talking, you know that's Austin

Mr. Mcgrady with that crazy conscience
Illegitimate child of Satan’s many offspring
Sinner, a marksman at killing syllables, heart ripped
Into infinite parts for dinner with some parsnips

I’m parched, I need water just to calm this
Fire I’m spittin’, admire and witness this flawless
Despicable, heartless, villainous Spartan
Who would kill for his craft, now sit back and watch this

[Chorus:]
Oh now have you come to play?
Well fuck the fuck off, get out of my way
Do nothing if you think you’re gonna do something
Do nothing if you think you’re gonna do something

[Verse 2:]
I’m not an artist, I’m a genius
I’m like Merlin with wording my thesis
I’m like Jesus performing these speeches
And forming these verbs into Billboard releases

There’s so much love in the air, I’m getting bored with breathing
Immoral immortal, never formally speaking
I am forwardly reaching toward the core reason
Of being a rapper, tryna capture that feeling

I had back in ’09, I’d throw rhymes
Off the dome, go home, record em’ and hit a gold mine
These dope lines make dope fiends get more high
Cause no blow could flow more prime, it’s showtime

[Chorus:]
Oh now have you come to play?
Well fuck the fuck off, get out of my way
Do nothing if you think you’re gonna do something
Quit fucking with me if you aint real, fucker

I’m not a genius, I’m a pharaoh
I am the future of music, I am the hero
Better be careful, dangerous grounds
Stepping on my turf, turn around, ‘fore I burn you down like ground zero

I’m my own army and militia
My military is killing everyone so witness
The massacre as I blast and burn your commissioner
And I take the top position but I aint finished bruh

Rip it up, every written word wicked enough
That I could stick up a jewelry store by sticking up
A pen cause I murder shit with this ink, link me up
With 10 pens, that's an arsenal and I’ll kill everyone

[Chorus:]
Oh now have you come to play?
Well fuck the fuck off, get out of my way
Get out of my way
Get out of my way

Do nothing if you think you’re gonna do something (3x)
Quit fucking with me if you aint real fucker

You aint real fucker (2x)