Braggadocious v2

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