Feeling Special - Mykki Blanco

What’s up papa Donna, it’s top mama it’s Blanco

It’s hot and bothered no drama

Straight to your dome no trauma

I’m hip hop’s Osama dog, choking shit out

Don’t matter your clout, or what you’re about

We dead snake snitches

You Donnie Brasco’s I see you, believe me

Infiltrating on the diamond

You bluffing bitch, I make it mine

Shake and bake these chickens, Clipping wings on pigeons

You my disciple now and this that new religion

Follow Blanco for the thrill of your life

You see that white light?

I know it’s blinding, right?

Follow, follow, follow

Follow me down that rabbit hole

Shit so deep I’m feeling special

I’m like shit so deep I’m feeling special

Yo who got the Summer’s Eve I’m 'bout to douche these bitches

Make you a punchline in my joke

Lenny Bruce you nigga

Poop scooped up on your stoop

With the poodle curl

These rap niggas bowing down like little girls

Why the chicken cross the road, you mean that chicken had hope?

Keep that biddie 'cross the street before her face on my feet

Last night’s beef, I ate him (?) will rock you

You fuck with one of them your ass is getting dipped and clocked, boo

Stop watching you, Houdini’s in the cut

I got the city pounds on red alerts

Ready to gas you mutts

I feel caught, I’m here alone but I can’t let it get the best of me

Nobody schools you on how to do you what you do ain’t got no legacy

I pray to thee, god mother keep my words sincere

Kingpin on these men, show these girls no fear

Let me dominate on every hating motherfucker watching

Let me dominate on every basic bitch that try to stop me