Mike Godwin - Compliance is the Sincerest Form of Flattery [Prod. LethalNeedle] (Opinions)

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
I'm on a mission from my overlords to fill your head with muddled thoughts, stuck with rocks I pelt you leave you with a mark like you was saved from Shutterstock. Pop you with a glock at five 'o clock, leave you feeling empty like a PAWG on Tik Tok. Missing calls like Rick Knox look like Todd Sinclair, keep growing I got bitch hair don't post I just mod shit there. I'm Ric Flair spazzing on an Action type beat, miss me lagging in my cabin up shit's creek. Without a paddle I could rattle off a couple different classics, I need Jesus to give me forty models in my fishing basket. Then I need a couple hundred more to rest up in my net, distract the feeble minded long enough until they see they're dead. You missed it I been busy preaching death, to an empty abyss who told me to go suck a monolithic pest. I'm busy stocking up on biddies from the combination Pizza Hut-Taco Bell, been watching reruns of last year's March Madness when Taco fell down Zion's well. I'm lying well laying low, I'd be better off if I just spent my days in blow. I pay and go it's really nothing special, she only fucks with me because she likes my eyes and my freckles.

[Bridge]
Compliance is the Sincerest Form of Flattery

[Verse 2]
Talking out loud to make it like the artist sinned, they knew that I was special from the start sang the hardest hymns. Your bitch is busy caressing all the athletes, my sextape was directed by the Safdies. It's a good time have you on the edge of your seat, me I take a trip to Florida than I'm resting in peace. I'm stretching my feet these other dudes is stretching the truth, the best interview best bet your boy brought the pestilence too. The best of the crew I kinda doubt it even when surrounded by cowards, you stick out as the pallid with the least power. You cower in my presence, tried to buy my support with your filthy stock incentives. You ain't earn your keep your daddy bought it for you, looking like a lackey never drove a caddy or coupe. Super duper loser type beat, put a bullet in a hype beast feeling like I'm P.T. Cruiser might be. Spike Lee with the Yankee cap blood red and navy blue, scuff my A1's heads is crying like a baby do. Baby knew I'm eighty proof ain't no need to argue it, I started it broke and then I brokered up the partnership. She don't like my face no more can't blame her for it, but I can complain to doors and exchange with whores. Trade the fame for foreigns hope she likes it but she doesn't, said she can't love me until I love myself I guess we're done shit.