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mad as shit because you can't compete
grow some balls and stop beating your meat
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mad as shit because you can't compete
grow some balls and stop beating your meat
Try using your own rhymes
mad as shit because you can't compete
grow some balls and stop beating your meat
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you talking about asses, I knew you were gay
I'm like monopoly, and your life is my pay
call me mother goose, then you're the ugly duck
and that rap you just spit, i gave zero fuks
my raps are so raw bro, its inconceivable
and ma skills are a fairy tale, cause it's unbelieveable
You still talkin bout your fairy tale land
Im gonna burry your head in my quicksand
You ni**as think u all da best
Im bout to lay u all to rest
You aint bout this rappin life
So go home and sit next to your man wife
Might be a little rusty xd
Im still wondering if I should battle
unbelievable i can believe
you can't fathom the ass beating your about to receive
No breaks no time for reprieves
Your a little white boy who watched too much 8 mile
you aint about this rapper life
get out of bed on the wrong side ?
Your a farm boy
go fly a kite and make hay while the sun still shines
Man wife? Seriously, is that all you serving
ma flow is so cold, even my words are frozen
you talking about quicksand, inside yo sandbox
I got this man grinding, his mouth full of rocks
But you don’t gotta hate
Just appreciate
That I’m better than you
And that’s no debate
And yo ass need to leave, just like you’re a tree
And I’m grinding yo raps, as if it were cheese
The only thing u grindin is other boys
You need ta go back home and play with ur barbie toys
Your flow is cold?
Ya flow look more like some rotten mold
You aint the best
Go back to your cocoon or should i say nest
Toss your raps back in the garbage bin
And make room for the rappin king
If I’m in a garbage can, then you can call me Oscar
Your friends are imaginary, they’re at Madame Fosters (remember that show)
And you are a sick kid, talking about grindin’ boys
And then you wanna lie, bro you play with girl toys
I can’t make room for the king, cause only I fit
So you can get back to sucking yo daddy dik
damn…oh my god bro, you’re pissing me off
you’re trying to act hard, when we all know you’re soft
so get lost
cause compared to me,
you’re an employee
and I’m the boss
so call me Nyquil, cause you’re gone like a cough
and 8 miles bro , is a documentary of my life
I get no sleep, cause I kill rappers every night
and I’m receiving, an ass whupping from you
man yo rhymes are copy and pasted, aint none of it new
and I’m a farm boy, cause I make my own raps
i got better things to do, I’m finna take a nap
somebody battle me
Ill battle u