i kick for ya'll....i'm just bored and key whatever comes out, sum simple shit for yall
Yo let me kick it back like footballers..
u dont know me but honestly im bigger and taller
i'll burn ur skin wit 3rd degrees but it'll steam ya to death
muthafucka, i'll show how to live life step by step
ur plain broke, ur just a little industry joke..
get killed, shoot urself wit ur own gun. ur ass got smoked
if u can't see thru layers, i suggest u holla at my haters
unload a clip into ya' soul then shock u wit a tazer
i'm insane, locally desperately achin at my rage
u lack physically and lyrical talent at the stage
i create rhymes that persuacute men.
dont try to begin what i'ma say at the end
for the most illest rapper in a competition
i have more repetition, for spittin and dissin on my first conviction
*yo, pass me the mic, i said pass me the mic...*
becoz i'm about to rip this nigga upside down
reguardin my bitches and killin snitches DEAD sound
listen gangsta, u sound like a rap poser
i bet u come from canada, the rap a don composure
i seen ya' words, u dont understand..
how can u muthafuckers label urself as a rap man
fuck this, i'll put u pansy bitches in misery
becoz ur lines are more stretched than ur chances in dissin me
i know bitches that'll make ur frame and face lift
rocking white t's, givin brains all shameless
spin ya' city around, rep that shit to the fullest
if any of u wanna take my crown, come send me a bullet
coz i ain't playin around wit the new kids...
there aint nuthin' special about ur spooky lyrics, u stupid
i'm rockin it, achin for sex, stabbin bitches chest in
cause i done soo much damage to their hearts they call me the prince charmin
like snoop and pharrel said it i'm comin'
back to hell and i'm looking forward to nothin
Yo let me kick it back like footballers..
u dont know me but honestly im bigger and taller
i'll burn ur skin wit 3rd degrees but it'll steam ya to death
muthafucka, i'll show how to live life step by step
ur plain broke, ur just a little industry joke..
get killed, shoot urself wit ur own gun. ur ass got smoked
if u can't see thru layers, i suggest u holla at my haters
unload a clip into ya' soul then shock u wit a tazer
i'm insane, locally desperately achin at my rage
u lack physically and lyrical talent at the stage
i create rhymes that persuacute men.
dont try to begin what i'ma say at the end
for the most illest rapper in a competition
i have more repetition, for spittin and dissin on my first conviction
*yo, pass me the mic, i said pass me the mic...*
becoz i'm about to rip this nigga upside down
reguardin my bitches and killin snitches DEAD sound
listen gangsta, u sound like a rap poser
i bet u come from canada, the rap a don composure
i seen ya' words, u dont understand..
how can u muthafuckers label urself as a rap man
fuck this, i'll put u pansy bitches in misery
becoz ur lines are more stretched than ur chances in dissin me
i know bitches that'll make ur frame and face lift
rocking white t's, givin brains all shameless
spin ya' city around, rep that shit to the fullest
if any of u wanna take my crown, come send me a bullet
coz i ain't playin around wit the new kids...
there aint nuthin' special about ur spooky lyrics, u stupid
i'm rockin it, achin for sex, stabbin bitches chest in
cause i done soo much damage to their hearts they call me the prince charmin
like snoop and pharrel said it i'm comin'
back to hell and i'm looking forward to nothin
