ORANGE BORANGE

(Verse 1)
I’m the only rapper who can rhyme with orange
And you can fuckin’ leave if you think that’s boring
I keep all my rap bars inside storage
And I’m up in the kitchen cooking some fucking porridge
Working day and night bitch, call me Lawrence
Working day and night while I’m losing my mortgage
My songs have gotten shorter, call that a shortage
And I know my raps are kinda abhorrent
Bitch, why fuck do you have to complain?
You caught me in an act, please let me explain
All this fucking venom that I’m trying to contain
Ain’t shit to the things that you can’t maintain
I’mma take over the world like Vegan Teacher
Possessed by the flow, I need a preacher
Hershey? No I think she meant She/Her
Call me Four from BFB cause I’m a screecher

(Instrumental break)

(Verse 2)
This last verse is not that long
The world is going crazy, why can’t we just get along?
We have almost reached the end of the song
I never meant for this song to be prolonged
God damn it, this is the last part
I’m up in the kitchen and I’m making me a Pop-Tart
Bitch, you so tiny; you built like Kevin Hart
If you wanna listen again then please restart
The album