Cheerios

(Rickashay)
I’m like Buzz Light Year
Drinking Bud Light beer
It’s fun right here
With my one nice chair
Sitting with my book of rhymes
It’s got one light tear
Now I walk around in my dumb Nike-Airs
Pacing and waiting
For the universe to fight fair, yo
Lost signal
You can find me on the radio
Spider-Man got questions
That’s why he fights Mysterio
Rickashay got records that’s lighting up the stereo
Connect words on the back of the box of cereal
I might make Cheerios spell out my feelings, yo
[Ooooo]
That’s a nursery rhyme
I’m climbing up the ceiling
Look for spiderpig's footprints
I think I see them
Laugh at all the fun times
Sit with mates and kick dumb rhymes, Yh
But Something clever always comes around
And Mr Sunak stole my durag
And my ex stands for expired
Cus she’s out-dating
And Mr Boris Johnson still got coke on his nose
It’s a little late to do math cus I didn’t own the polls
And Everybody wants to vote
Everybody's on the boat
The government will bust a nut cus
We are just some ghosts
They don’t trust us, yo
Man they're just the Ghostbusters
I’m just a toast-lover
Waiting for my butter
Cheese and cream
They claim they gotta spread it out
Whoever spent 11 pounds, single drink, on endless rounds
And bill the fucking clowns
Who intended for a better town
So when in doubt
People focus on the weather now
I’m 26 year I feel like a fucking child
On the edge of clouds
Looking down to ground
Will a Leap of faith
Ever get my record out…?
(I,Lum)
Extraordinary
How I'm more than ready
I got here an hour ago
Precede every beat
With a 2-hour power flow
Vamonos
Let's go and kick the bucket
Little cousin bragging
Saying he wanna nip n tuck it
I'm genuinely disgusted
I asked him for a hundred
Taking all things to account
He said any other number
My memory's a blunder
Pepper, cheese and garlic sauce
I tend to forget things I say
Don't come my way
[vamonos]
Buzz off
Time to dispatch
I don't want you to come back round
And cut it like a disk scratch
Syntax deadly
Format kinda heavy
Nik naks missing from ya box
Coz you and I’s a mismatch
Grab a cold brew from the fridge pack
6 pack or a dozen
Like a rib rack
Bitch slap
Nickel on a dollar
Trip that's pimp tax
Shits facts
Running underground
Like a king rat
With big hands
Leader of the pack
Been to hell n back
Catching heat stroke
Like zs in my power nap
Catching ozs in my 7th pack
Seventh heaven
Gets me higher
Cerrabellum on a helipad
Marinate the belly fat
Sautee the mushrooms
Pan-fry the fillet
Salute the sumulak
Power to the pudding
Dessert a
Sketch of laughs
I hit you with a .45
Won't be til the second half
Times up
Like it's 12 noon
I came to dampen spirits
Like a wet June
No excuse
I just went loose
And keep test tubes
Experiment in dead rooms
I'm a recluse
Fruity
Less juice
Dryer than a cider
And
Rotten as a Bramley apple
Laying down low
In the tabernacle
Get my dick out
And I tallywhack you
Trying to act cooth
Half of Callum's battle
Wanna wrestle?
Imma grapple