This track is all about rhyming like a psycho. I rhyme with the same rhy on every verse. Mainstreem rappers should listen to this and learn what rap is.
Just me letting out my words and thats all you need to know. Most my tracks have a deep meaning to it cause hip hop has lost it's beauty and i'm trying my best
Elisha Cuthbert and Happyface Killer motherfucker!
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I dont like to be in a band cause I ain't into that whole backstreet boy shit. I dont like being in a crew and faking friendship with a bunch of people you end up talking shit about anyways. Sure I rap tracks with my boys but i'll never start a rap crew. That aint me and i was made to rap alone but when i see the right MC, I am up for a Collab. I work a lot with JR, clevelands Finest, B leave, Cryptic Wisdom etc..
Lyrics
hfk, check it out yall, im about to show yall how to rhyme
ok gimme the crown, yall can call me a king
n you bitches are clowns n we can brawl in a ring (ding)
yo i aint 50 cent, never pop my collar and sing
i aint weslie snipes, ill never get locked in a bing (haha)
i aint rapping for cash, fuck the dollars it bring
n i aint chopping no grass, i just want me a ting
your mom like me bro so she saw me and winked
n your girl like my flow so she got me a drink (here)
might fuck me a white girl or rock me a chink
middle finger in the stink n my cock in her pink (moan)
my fam say im nuts so they got me a shrink
but i aint emo, wont see me blood drop in a sink
gimme some mushies or just drop me a link
im just doing what i wanna n im not gonna think
come n sue me, im a loney, gimme boobies n a booty
i will do me couple gorupies n take a poopie on judge judyy!
ouuuu iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
i dont know what to do or what to say to you
i just know you a fool and you dont say the truth
you flow and then your bood n we hate you dude
n your wack rhymebook is where we take a poo
live the life of a prick, its the way that i choose
wanna learn how to live? then spend a day in my shoes
my point of views when i booze might confuse lotta you
i might bruise one of you n end up on the evening news
got me some cash n quickly bought me some hash
ur hotty wanting me man so i put my cock in her ass(oh yeah)
i think about now, i dont talk about past
close my eyes n i drive so my car is gonna crash(crash sound)
fuck what your saying, you just talking to fast
your mixtapse is played n then tossed in the trash (haha)
shots of tequilla so your mom will get smashed
then licks it n pumps it till my cock will go slash
call be hip hop, polka or pop or just jazz
call it chronic or weed, call it pot or just grass
when it be coming to that, i'm at the top of my class
but if it's bio or math, man im not gonna pass
i listen to big l, eminem, some pac and some paz
n fuck TI n all the fucking glocks that he has
fuck the game, it's so lame, it's come to shame
lets start to blame, name a name or start to aim theyre fucking brain
im going insane!
i dont know what to do or what to say to you
i just know you a fool and you dont say the truth
you flow and then your bood n we hate you dude
n your wack rhymebook is where we take a poo
live the life of a prick, its the way that i choose
wanna learn how to live? then spend a day in my shoes
my point of views when i booze might confuse lotta you
i might bruise one of you n end up on the evening news
my style is unique, i doubt that ill be replaced
n you rappers are clowns, i throw a pie at your face (bahaha)
a track star came and asked if i wanna race
i said i wanna a race of people chilling the same place
im hungry like a fat man wholl die for a steak
and hungry like a hazaar wholl die for the cake
usually tripping when i lie at my base
cause the j's that i blaze got me high n its laced(uhh)
look into the mirror, im like "i am so baked"
call me at 4am monday, youll see i am awake(hello!)
yall critisize me for the rhymes that i make
but i critisize yall and ask y are you fake?
say my fucking name n your spine is gonna break
n water fish and you is what theyll find in the lake
im a psycho, take your life yo, rape your wife bro
think its right though, how do i know i just might blow n be you idol and that is final
