Lyrics of 'Love Music, Pt. 4' by Ren

Love music part four
I feel like sometimes some ideas are just a little bit overdone
D'you know what I mean?
Don't even know what to rap about anymore
I feel like I'm just getting older and more cynical
We're all gonna die anyway, fuck it

Oh, yeah put the rap game in a chokehold
Sometimes I might get a bit loco yeah
Feeling kinda sick in the coco
And I don't really feel right
Oh, yeah feeling kinda antisocial
I think I'm gonna blow Chernobyl yeah
Going off the grid and I'm postal
And I don't really feel right

Testing, testing, mic check please
And I'm back for part four 'cause I killed part three
And you still know me, still the same OG
But I've been low key ADHD
'Cause I get distracted as the world collapses
From the wars that we wage to the covid vaccine
I was born in an age where ozone's cracking
I been off the stage, I been away from rapping but
I'm back on my feet
Back on the track, I'm attacking the beat
Back with a baseball, bat flow sweet
Ratatattat, I'm a rap athlete
I'm the Don Diggy don when I burn like the Sun
Fee-fi-fo-fum Jack my beanstalk off in your mum
Just for fun with her knickers half on
Give her wonton soup 'cause she wants some cum

Oh, yeah put the rap game in a chokehold
Sometimes I might get a bit loco yeah
Feeling kinda sick in the coco
And I don't really feel right
Oh, yeah feeling kinda antisocial
I think I'm gonna blow Chernobyl yeah
Going off the grid and I'm postal
And I don't really feel right

I'm a reprobate
I'm in a public park while I masturbate
And I don't put out till the second date
By that I mean put her in my basement, wait
Giggity giggity, it's polygamy rap
Give her the lickity flickity while I'm beating her back
She gets giggly wiggly when I go in to tap
And I'm the God of fertility when I do it like that
Peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers
I picked up the letters of the alphabet and pulled apart then put together
Finger licking chicken I'm dipping flipping the architecture
Do it better rap professor, kill a track then resurrect the
Tip of the top of the hip and the hop and I'm ripping a drop when I dip in the spot
And I'm dripping in relevance, I am a veteran, better than most of pick of the crop
I mutilate a broken break, communicate with stupid pace
Now wait
When I do it like that with the flow then you know that I'm cold
Colder than cold, I'm sub-zero
Got that Yeezus flow, make your penis grow
Oh Jesus bro, why'd you stoop so low?
Well maybe I'm a little bit immature
I use jokes just to cope 'cause I'm insecure
C'est la vie, what will be, what has been before
Will repeat and repeat on the beat, oh lord
I'm sorry, Halle Berry Lujiah
Halle Berry do ya wanna show ya hooters?
Lick my monster balls and start a rumour
You can give me head like my name was Henry Tudor
Boo yah, back on the beat
Kill a backstreet boy with the back of my feet
She text back your boy for some meet and greet
In the backseat boy I'll be slapping her cheeks
Kill 'em when the bassline go
Kill 'em with the suicide flow
Kill 'em with a four by four
Killing 'em wherever I go
Kill 'em with the rhythm that I'm kicking with precision
I'm efficient with my vision, I'm a villain with the flow
When I kill it, kill it kill 'em I'm killing with ambition
Demolition, a magician turning tracks to gold

Oh, yeah put the rap game in a chokehold
Sometimes I might get a bit loco yeah
Feeling kinda sick in the coco
And I don't really feel right
Oh, yeah feeling kinda antisocial
I think I'm gonna blow Chernobyl yeah
Going off the grid and I'm postal
And I don't really feel right

Oh, yeah put the rap game in a chokehold
Sometimes I might get a bit loco yeah
Feeling kinda sick in the coco
And I don't really feel right
And I don't really feel right