Feast Bro - Ryan Carter

Uh, if haters want it, they can get it

Unbelieveable like Donald Trump working at a soup kitchen

Constipation is unimaginable, when I got watery shit

Eatin' White Castle for breakfast, bitch

Man I was born to flip the script

My first time it wasn’t awesome

A game of give and take

Smelled and sound like dead opossum

You think this game is hard?

Well, living in this world is harder

But don’t mess with those drugs like Mary-Louis Parker

AH!

look at them, looking in the yearbook

Wishing they were nicer to me years ago on Facebook

Click!

I hit delete on all their fables

Friendship tends to blind us, like giant big green lasers

And since I’m on your mind, I’m sure that you’ll storybook me

Available everywhere online, it’s hard to overlook me

A whole 'nother shelf for my plaques is on my checklist

Failed at lining em up, never was too good at Tetris

Enough with braggadocio virtue

Cause I gotta get back to my house to make my curfew

Guess I’m just a lame that got a voice in this world

Selling CD’s on my own like a lonely intern

Hanging out at Build-a-Bear super-cool grown-man stand

Everywhere I go, security follow me, I’m the man

And I sleep with my blankie still ya

And always keep Melissa Joan Hart on my bedsite table ya

No, don’t think your ready for me just yet

Be more scary if I sign a major label contract

What drug is he on?

fuck you, kiss ass and be gone

They handin' me my towels because they work at Bed, Bath & Beyond

Come on man!

broad-day in the driveway

My dick got sucked off hard by a lady (OH MY GOODNESS!)

My raps might be corny, my rep might be dead

But I’m quick to blow my top like a virgin getting edged

Guess I’m tryin' to prove what’s insane, I superseded it

You don’t wanna know the real me, better never freaking Google it

Just know that I never pretend to be hard

I know how to shoot guns and arrows, fuck security guards

Might get popped like Tuco

Gangs in my town make me reverse

And drive the fuck outta dodge like YOU KNOW!!!

And, yes, some of the time I might clame to be tough

But I just say take me to build-a-bear and give me a hug

Fans show me love

That’s why I’ll always make music until the death of me

Haters talk shit, but ain’t nobody tryna step to me

I hereby request all my fans to inspect this album

Compare to the last two and get back with me

Yeah, I’m just hanging in the mezzanine

Netflix and chill party, bring a jar of vasaline

Not a weird man, but I got ya’ll perplexed

Kinda simple on the surface, but deep down complex

They call the albums I make, a mortal sin

But check their playlist on Spotify, I’m there within

Not on the TV yet, but working on VHS

I plan to reach the world, man, I’m starting from the PC’s yes

I put some music out, when I’m getting bored

You may not like the way I look, but my songs are in the stores

My name getting engraved on plaques, shall be the outcome

And my rhymes are sicker than Jared Fogel’s photo albums…

PEACE!

FUCK OUTTA HERE!

NOW BREAK THIS DISC!

This world strange…