Nut (Extended)

[Intro: Cyler]
"Hey, do another album, no?"
No
"Just do it, no?"
No
But you sold like a hundred copies on your last one, no?"
Fuck it

[Verse 1: Cyler]
I said I never could go (yeah)
You bet I'd never do a show (yeah)
I committed murder, don't ya know (yeah)
I killed Pump with a rope (yeah)
He started wearing Gucci clothes (yeah)
I pulled the rope through his throat (yeah)
Now the rap game has hope
I got no bail or parole
Nah, they gave me a medal
'Cause he ain't on a human level
"Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang" (brrr)
Suck a man, suck a man, suck a man (aaa)
Contraband, contraband, contraband (hoorrr)
On the sand, on the sand, on the sand (hyu)
Columbine, Columbine, Columbine (boom)
Red landmine, red landmine, red landmine (brrr)
Repeat line, repeat line, repeat line (hyu)
Shitty wine, shitty wine, shitty wine (brrr)
Fuck shit, fuck shit, fuck shit (boom)
I'ma stop with this bit (hyu)

[Verse 2: Cyler]
Now Yachty is starting
To get the point of Yahtzee
No Nazi, Neo-Nazi, that rally in Charlottesville
Got a right-winger to speak up
And fuck all the lefters
The 14-year-old is raising his voice
They can't do shit but rejoice
The fact that a kid has to talk about strife
Should tell you that Earth is all shite
And fuck it, I might as well join in the fight
Why do black men have to fear for their life
When an officer stops them for driving at 65?
Why do latinos have to be searched
When drugs are in question in merch?
Why can't I say allahu akbar
Without having a bomb in my shirt?
Why can't an Asian win a pageant?
Why do I have to vent all this without any elation?
Why can't we all unite in celebration?
Pump don't understand any of that vocation

[Verse 3: Cyler]
Fuck rap
Tryna fuck your own mother or brother
'Cause you an Alabama bummer
Or puttin' your dick in a Father
Or him puttin' in a Pastor
But then again, draster measures take a toll
When you're on a fucking roll
Taking a little stroll
And crushing mumblers as you go
Now you feelin' it, killin' it
Wait before you start spittin' it
Make sure you're dissing
'Cause otherwise you'll be listed
Alongside the Taylors, the Pumps, the Xans
Or Cosby when he humped and ran
Or maybe he just loved a man
Covered it up with a rap ban-
Ner, -erf, gun
There is only one
Way to not fuck
Up this stunt
And that's by continuing verbally serially killin'
Every beat that I come across, even if it's CBDB
'Cause I know one day I'll need roots
So I'll offer up potatoes for beetroots
Kill a merchant, Winnie the Pooh
Take his llamas, polish a shoe
Make a list of the things that I'll do
One, get a fuckin' Grammy in the bag
Two, kick the shit out of Dax
Three, get Crypt to hop on a track
Four, add another point to that
Now I need a tip of the hat
'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get back
After my first album got jet lag
And I don't meant to brag
But in fact
I got exactly fucking zero Patrons
Like a boarding with no matrons
Or Oxygen that's nascent

[Verse 4: Cyler]
Fuck rap
Catch another motherfucker
Tryna become a big brother
But rolling the shit off his tongue
Rolling up leaves till he's hung
Then stickin' his dick in a bun
Livin' and shittin' all one
Now you know that I'm done
With filling up weight to a tonne
And willing a genie to become
Real and thot begone
Rub a lamp and kill my opponents
Fly a plane like I flown it
Lie in train like I own it
Make up words 'cause I know it
Grab a lawn and mow it
Grammar gone, now I phone it, in
Ask it to get in the bin
Eat it out of a tin
Call it and claim it a win
Like 50 Cent in 50 seconds
He lean into filaments
Like a cracker saying, "Nibba this
Fuckhead is higher than feminists
Loadin' on hundred-bills,"
Ascending to another level
Dig 'em out with a shovel
They ain't feelin' fertile
He a reeling gerbil
Riding like a cannibal to cannabis
Now you catchin' this, not matchin' it
Put that in it, lift crack in it

[Outro: Cyler]
Fuck rap
Finishin' and lettin' in all the crap
I'ma stop before it gets drab
Now no holdin' back, the .5 Mag
Fuck that, hit 'em over the head with a bat
And kick the shit out of Chads
Line up in a circlejerk, hit that
Vulgar motherfucker, now I am that