Artist: Drapetomania f/ Blackberry Aries, Clavius Crates Album: Drapetomania Song: Way of the Future Typed by: Kyle Hunter/Bandcamp [Walt] Yo it's W-A-L-T the E-R But these rappers are way more paid than we are They ain't in the bar, pulling skeezars Off a Lee Card, ______ going full retard Gotta stop eating these freaks sweet parts I'ma get that jaw HPV like Roger Ebart You and W-I-F-E are di-vorced She's a star on the Big Walt version of "Cheaters" Girls breathe hard, I step out the car Fucking sweet parts since Cousin Skeeter If you go to Michigan State You can see me getting lifted and I'm lifting some weights Politicking with this chicken about Finnegan's Wake Cuz I'm trying to put this dick in her face (Ugh) I make it glassy clear I'll leave a porch light on for your rap career, bitch [Blackberry Aries] My whole style is premeditated homicide I'm finna kill this beat in the summertime Looking back on when I say that, I never hesitated And the stakes were elevated when I added Yellow #5 The haters levitated when AnomaLEE authorized the sanction And so I thank him as I analyze myself and the runners of this rat race Who sack chase They only know how to simply and act fake in the face of real talent It's easy to see your off balance and you lack taste I choose to fortify while you lactate in your cereal You fucking with a serial killer With imperial status, that of a spiritual assassin I'm laughing at how you reiterate, all you do is irritate So now I gotta reciprocate With some 16 that can keep your eyes up Hip Hop is dried up, and its time for me to irrigate [Clavius] I be the Cheeba-Chimney White Man, African necklace With a slight tan, eating fried rappers for breakfast Seen plenty sights stand in the path of my exit Seems funny knives ask how I laugh, when i'm headless Neck & guillotine, dreaded Philistine: stoned to death Pull the flesh out of my open chest to hold my breath Cough....Silly Putty heads be soft Premature fetuses, crushed into lumpy spaghetti sauce Mufuckas ready to toss vegetables off of a bridge No life support, life is short. Better call up your kids Keep the bond strong While you were analyzing pop songs I popped up, dropped nuts in your mom's bucket of popcorn Stopped short of impregnation, spread cum on her tits So she won't abort another lame son of a bitch What the....fuck is this shit, I'm disrespectful as hell Cannibal Holocaust _____ tortoise intestines and shells The rest of you sell your selves but I ain't buying the hoax ____________________________________________ We shove cassettes inside your throat, spinning like bicycle spokes Rewind remote clickers and listen to you vinyl-ly choke [GP] I'm running circles around these square pegs Rocking rare threads, getting Bad Brains from some airheads The latter part of that last line was fake as shit I'm a grown ass man in a relationship The super senior swag surfing at the student center Freshmen yelling at me, "You ain't graduated sooner, nigga?" 2% of you contenders truly making music better As for everybody else, I'll eat your crew for dinner My quota for quotables is high like an overdose on the Holy Ghost Or Jaocby's chances of getting pulled over in Okemos So don't provoke or get your dough revoked Dick game Pinocchio The more that you lie on it, the more it grow Oh fasho Hold the phone Somebody's where they don't belong Better kiss the ring, I'm Godfather Don Corleone Dropping a deuce in your Babj ghanoush Serve it with Wonton Soup & a shot of the Goose The proof is in the Cosby pudding A lot of stupid motherfuckers wanna step inside a booth But they probably shouldn't I separate the wheat from the chaff Like you separate the stems and the seeds from the grass THE WAY OF THE FUTURE