A creative blend of lyrics and choruses from an artist who really hasn't found a definitive style of writing. A realistic approach to stories of happiness, long
Your raps are like Melissa Ford: all ass and got me cocky
You could stand on top of King Author's body and still not top me
Do you got me? Do you copy? Yeah I rap so nonchantly
While you try hard as fuck but don't get felt not even partly
And you're hardly a threat best stay under that hood
In your Sounds Like: you should've put "NOBODY GOOD."
Cause' nobodies listening 4 thousand plays the whole time?
I've seen more traffic on drive ways with 'DO NOT ENTER' road signs
And I ain't lying this kid sucks man he's pathetic
First round drops this soldiers on the ground yelling for medics
And speaking of medics, best to bring a bandage when you hang with me
Cuz' you're kinda' like a paramedic: you just saved $50
Heart of a Soldier but got the cock of a boyscout
All up in his butt while anothers cumming in his moist mouth
Hold that. Go back. Wait a minute. Just a second.
I'll add an "S" to his name and beat his Ho Ass on a record
So check it: this whack bastards needs practice he can't hack it
His only lines are on his plaide jacket/plaide hat to match it
And I'm just the better rapper every style; every facet
Your flows shitty like the toilet paper that I wipe my ass with
THANK ME: the most plays you got in a week
Was from me checking for material to use on a beat
And that's weak as fuck bro, cuz' now you're busted with a quickness
Instead of a King I got stuck with this Princess
