This shit of mine
Your crap is well known
But it'll never be anywhere close to what
I've just given in sight
So whatever it's fine
And it can't be done wrong
Conversation with ya makes me feel bad
Guess I'm out of need for a fight
First of all, I'm not your friend, so stop lookin' at me
Second of all, I'm not a rapper, so stop rappin' at me
I'm bout to end this man's whole career, but I'm not a rapper
Look, boom, bam, bop, bada bop, boom, Pow!
Guess it took so long for you to come up with that?
I'm not to blame at all and though it looks kind of great
I'm here to watch and laugh at those who post the shit
They try to make look as if it never was that bad
You get my point? Oh I hope,
Rock the joint and make reload
Welcome ladies and gentleman to the Annual harvest, Have you drunk drving on the mic like Brandy on Carter. Split fags into half like former KKK member Daniel Carver. And once i'm done with this rap i'll probably get accepted into Penn, Yale or Harvard. So don't front, and try to be someone you're not. Cause you'll likely get pee'd on deepthroat then shot. So bring the heat on, grab a bottle of bleach and scott. snap your collar till your feet'll bleed and clot. Turn up the temperature cause that's the only way you'll be reaching hot. but don't peep the keyhole of my twelve gauge cause you'll end up screeching "fuck!".
I'm writing it on my own and you steal from 3rd sort songs, don't you?
The last one especially looks so very dumb, I'm not able to read
I'm not to be so mean,
Telling you exactly what I see
What if I'll tell about a dream?
To be the best you've ever seen
It wasn't hard but was banally
Fucking up with you's real' a nice rally
So listen now, I'll tell you what
Look around and see where you've been led
Producin' jokes about mothers,
Soon I'll see about daughters
Do you really think it's smart
Or it may insult a man to his heart?
Pack your things and actually go
But not to me and away from my door
I'm losing my patience at waiting for ya
I'm not afraid to pass for we all die
Yo, yeah slide the bifta im gonna rape yo lil sistah.
Five chicken lickin, im gonna gif her a good kickin.
yo yeh my names called tate, hard dar dar wiv your head of the gate. might be a bim bo, put ur head through a window that's why we have beef.
At least they are mine and I don't need to put in something real worthy to impress the local kids and totally punching you out. You can even take the victory over me, it's the last place where I'd wish to be victorius
I can say yours was only that about visiting my mother, smart hell of a thing. The rest is taken from some deeply unknown shit. I can barely call it something rather than lyrics at all. Poetry doesn't require rhyme only while your shitty type of music is based on. Look at him, Macho won all possible fights in his beloved mystery world away from his parents. I'd better be a joke and a cuck rather than have a similar mindset to yours. We obviously discuss two different things, I'm trying to fool around while popularizing the music and you shit in my ears by sending these obvious modern crap, you're told to listen to, have your own thoughts.
The fuck are you blabbering on about you fucking idiot? I don't even listen to modern day rap. Everything I wrote wasn't copied apart from the last one I wrote. Either you are a mental patient escapee or you are just retarded and should be put into a mental institute. I think the latter.
Save my soul off seeing this degradation painting obvious diagnose on your face. I can't blame you though for everybody's this way nowadays. Such a pity where it all came from and where it all came to. Enjoy your life as much as possible that's all I can say. Soon if the realise will come, you will probably say the same things like I do, if not, doom is not for you only, be happy of that.