Just some lines i had so i thouht i may aswell put it into a song.....and Lyrikaly put some sh*** together too make this song.
strictly damgerous rapper
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Story behind the song
I wrote these lines going down to Belgium when i was bored, i t was about 2 in the morning i thought of similes etc.
then Lyrikaly had some verses to so we just made a song i suppose there aint no theme but i still like the lyrics.
Lyrics
Lyrical Genius
[Strictly] Gotta be patient, the shit is frustrating
Some inspiration, I have been waitin
I spit sick right, am crazy already no need for kryptonite
And I rip the mic and am sicker than big syke
I got my similes am a mastermind,
When you start rapping its disaster time
It only takes 3 minutes to throw up a tune
I am the greatest mc, I blow you up like a balloon
I eat up mcs its just cannibalism
And you bitch is more edgy than a triangular prisms
Muthfuckaz cant handle this
I batter muthfuckaz like they was fish
And I eat them up like bags of crisp
And I smoke them muthfuckas like cannabis
I keep my rhymes cold like frozen peas
Your rhymes are so old its like mouldy cheese
The only way you could beat me if you got a miracle of Jesus
I rap so long the shits longer than my penis
You aint gangsta probably a crime stopper
You’re my prime stalker, I’m a nine popper,
You ask men for sex and there like that’s a fine offer
Turn on the mic and turn the amps on
I touch more pussies than fucking tampons
[Lyrikaly] The realest realiser, pissin everyone off like tha Kaiser
Lyrical brutaliser, set ya house on fire
Rappers need to be retired, they don’t act they conspire
Rip ya heart out with a pair of pliers
Spitta riddle, to make ya piddle n skidd adle
Win big battles, turn rappers into matter
You spit shit that don’t matter, lyrics go click clatter
My pockets r fat, but I want em a bit fatter
The shit starter, I rip apart ya, I aint a martyr
Im alive n kicken, the mic I be rippin
Dope shit I be spittin, ur like ducks that r sittin
I aint fuckin wit u cats, coz yalls just kittens
Im hittin you up, give you a drink, then shit in ya cup
Im the type of motherfucker to make ya spit n hiccup
Run ya face over with a fuckin big truck,
And I don’t listen to mainstream, coz all that shit sucks
So when listenin to lyrikaly you better sit up
[Strictly] I aint no idiot I don’t need to shift crack
My rhymes are minted similar to a tic tac
I don’t go anywhere with out my pad and my pencils
I need them like a fat bastard with his dinning utensils
The shits just essential, I try to be respectable
But I cant coz you’re a bisexual
I’ll never stop rapping it’s a daily must
It’s a crazy bust but I aint to crazy I aint on angel dust
Your shits just embarrassin, I burn muthfuckas like paraffin
I keep rappin like I was runnin a marathon,
and before you take pills you better remember Madeline
Wow, now that’s a strong comparison
My rhymes are incredible and your are unacceptable
My rhymes are good, muthfuckas think its edible
Stop rapping man, kill yourself, stop living fool
Your raps are weak and your dick is miniscule
You cant beat me so you better pray on
I know I got to stay strong, no one likes your gay songs
I know your gay what kind of man wears a grey thong
During my raps you cry then faint
You rhymes are boring like watchin drying paint
I am on fire, am a flame, am hot
You I bully you drown you in a chamber pot
I break your back and the cord to your spinal
I piss on your head like it was a fucking urinal
I like to relax but I also write raps, am a achievable chiller
You try to eat up mcs but you aint no more than a cereal killer
My rhymes are dangerous like diseases, you could say herpes
I tear you apart put you in hearses you’re a man whore shouting out sex please
You say you could beat anyone well I got the antidote
Your rhymes aint fresh like a fizzed out can of coke
You’re a fucking asshole, why you living G
Am I pirate I ride your mum like the seven seas
[Lyrikaly] If we cant get along then cool, I aint sweatin
If ya wanna fight me, then I aint fretting
a lyrical blasting Is what you be getting
An I didn’t like ya mate, from the day I met him
An ur crap, so my skills you aint testing
You don’t know how we do, so il keep ya guessin
U were a mistake, and I was a blessin
Im like the teacher, so you better learn ya lesson
An im a man of