FOR PROMOTIONAL USE ONLY! - This young ass kid has a big mouth so I had to stifle it. Dude's not on my level, yet he's quick to judge, critique, and disrespect me, along with other artists. Let this track be a warning to future haters.
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Lyrics
:60 Second (Part 1)
Yo, this pussy’s talking shit
Behind a $10 mic
Mom and Dad bought him
For taking training wheels of his bike.
Please son,
You talk about you know some karate
Until I chop your fuckin neck
Like I’m Mr. Miyagi.
Boney bitch,
This cat fuckin looks anorexic.
You say you pimp?
What you fuckin dudes with ya fist?
Man… I’ll diss this bitch
With sign language and win
My shit’s bumpin in people’s whips
You can have Soundclick.
Belemic Leprechaun
Nobody’s vouching for you?
This is New York City pissy
And you ain’t fuckin with me.
Dude Look like Ritchie Cunningham
From Happy Days
Look like his dirty chick
Had her a period on his face.
Bitch’s new name
MC Disgrace
Music ain’t for you Mick
It’s a teenage phase.
You say I’m a queer
But you rock Pink and shit
With a dirty Boston hat
Man, who dressed this bitch?
Don’t get mad at me
Just cause Carrot Top’s your father
I ain’t ask that weird dude
To rape your Mama.
Look at this
That red head chick from Wendy’s
Trying to rap like a thug
But she’s really a preppy
Just remember one thing Rookie
You started this shit
I tried to teach you some fuckin respect
Now look at you bitch
Get your fuckin weight up
Cause to my hypothesis
Nobody wants to hear
A Caucasian Somalian, pussy.
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:60 Second (Part 2)
Yo, this dude stole a Nas line
To battle me people
Why you trying to be black
When you look like Smeagal?
Lil bitch,
Anyone can flow like you
I spit with quickness so viscious
Lyrically sick with my vision
You think you winning , you trippin
My mission’s ripping you bitches
You try to get em’ to listen
Because you wish were gifted
People be looping my hits
Mixing my shit to distribute.
I’m truth and fact, and your fiction
I fuckin won, no decision.
You see the difference
I’m a lyricist, lil tigger
I came from slums of concrete
You’re just wigger.
It figures
Little bitches hate on the bigger
I’m bout to catch this guppie
Like a hook, line, and sinker
Look lil faggot
Here’s your chance to tap
Cause whatever you’re putting out
The shit ain’t rap.
The shit ain’t pop,
And it sure ain’t rock
For spare change I heard you
Break dance and suck on cock.
Look everybody
I’m rapping like JP
The freckled face suburban
Abercrombie MC
I like Justin Timberlake
Chris Brown And Usher
And I try to flow like Fabolous
To get dudes numbers
Why the fuck you sound constipated
Whenever you spit
Get the dick up out your ass
Then maybe you’ll win
Wait, I take that back
Man it wouldn’t be right
I’ll be damned if I get beat
By Napoleon Dynamite.