I don't even know what to call this... I ain't doin this shit over, I ain't editing shit, I ain't promotin this, and I damn sure ain't doin another one... Don't like it, do somethin about it.
Ramblings of a 16 year old idiot
Rah The MC - 16 year old with a mic, and a habit of saying stupid shit.
Lyrics
I ain't a faggot, but i'll soon blow
And far as paul? Why you think his user title's too slow?
Thinkin that he's toppin Phreak? But really though, his talk is cheap
Why should this shit bother me, thinking he can fuck with me?
No, thats never the case, though i'm savage simply
And their crew is bullet chamber? we know that shit's empty
Talkin tough? Ya over, through! Spittin lyrics so heavy
In the afterlife you'd really match ya former crew
Mob style, so when they try and test
They'll wake up with no arm's and legs, a butterfly effect
1 track? ya twice as odd, so Rah'll make ya MC K
And really give ya life to god
And though you think i'm fightin hard, this is the scenic route
Rap dodgeball, aimin for fat people, the easy out
Believe me now, cause i ain't boastin my set
Punches so hard, ya chest cave's in and ya shoulder's connect
I ain't gon front, yall the best, but ignored
Dizzy's sig says they're runnin shit, guess thats the type of sex they enjoy
The tech's i'll deploy, they're hopin you live
All though his verse, dizzy sounded like porky the pig
Ignorin me bitch? Have you leave with a swollen head
They run this shit...
No wonder we all think this board is dead
Paul claimed he's on a level with Hawking
I'll put him there for real , rolling with somethin special for talking
Ya raps is amusin garbage, these dudes is targets
So i'll click at their noodle, like i'm using chopsticks
So stop this.. a war was simply in jest
i'll empty ya chest, so these faggots can prove they heartless
