Lyrics
[Intro]
Click-clack
Quick script
Spit slick
Don’t slip (hey!)
[Verse 1]
I’m a quick-witted kid with a kick in the consonants
Clackin’ my teeth, I’m a tongue-tech novelist
Better bet a better batter never bitter by the bit
I’m a letter-layer, laser with a literate lit
Peter picked a pack of petty people talkin’ petty
Put ‘em in a pickle jar, I pop it when I’m ready
How many mini-maniac mumblers make a mess?
Me, I’m a many-miracle mouth with less stress
Silly sibilance, I sizzle in the syllable stew
Send a sentence in a second, I’m a sprintin’ through you
If you really want a reason I’m ahead of the rest
I rearrange every region in your respiratory chest (huh)
[Chorus]
Twist that tongue till it tap out (tap out)
Words run laps when I black out (black out)
Too quick, can’t track how I snap now
Trip on the drip when I spit this spit
Fast rap, that’s a fact, better back down (back down)
Whole crowd tryna chant, they just maxed out (maxed out)
Too slick, can’t stick to my slick script
If you can’t say this, you can’t say this
[Verse 2]
Betty bought a bit of bitter butter from the block
But I brought a better batch, now I’m bakin’ up the talk
Big bag brag, brag bag big
Bars bend brains when I break that twig
Toy boat, toy boat, I don’t choke
Whole float full of quotes that I wrote as a joke
She sells seashells, I sell sentence spells
Ringin’ every single cell like I’m sendin’ out bells
Unique New York, I’m the speech sport sorcerer
Speed force feedin’ every beat to the coroner
Red leather, yellow leather, rev it every letter
By the time you get it better, I already got better (ha!)
[Chorus]
Twist that tongue till it tap out (tap out)
Words run laps when I black out (black out)
Too quick, can’t track how I snap now
Trip on the drip when I spit this spit
Fast rap, that’s a fact, better back down (better back down)
Whole crowd tryna chant, they just maxed out (they maxed out)
Too slick, can’t stick to my slick script
If you can’t say this, you can’t say this
[Bridge]
Irish wristwatch, try that, time out (time out)
Six thick thistles in a thin thread drought
Peggy Babcock packed big black bags
By the time you tag that, I already tagged tags
[Chorus]
Twist that tongue till it tap out (tap out)
Words run laps when I black out (black out)
Too quick, can’t track how I snap now
Trip on the drip when I spit this spit
Fast rap, that’s a fact, better back down (back down)
Whole crowd tryna chant, they just maxed out (maxed out)
Too slick, can’t stick to my slick script
If you can’t say this, you can’t say this (can’t say this)
Style
raphyper-precise trap beat at 150+ bpmskittering hi-hats and staccato 808 stabs; verses in breathless double-time with crisp male vocalspunchlines hitting on bar lines. hook drops into a half-time bounce with layered chant-style backingthen ramps back up into rapid-fire syllable runs. occasional chopped delay throws on end phrases to spotlight the tongue twister moments.
Prompt
A rap song with witty punchlines, an extremely fast flow, and using tongue twisters
Credits
Prompt byLil_Dumbass
GeneratedJan 29, 2026
ModelAria v5