Lyrics
Lyrics shock-ya-Verse,, Petrified Of Me That’s why u aint drop-First//
My Glocks-Burst,, Not Literally Lyrically Attacking This Whack Rapper//
Flows is more envolved With ‘’low-Blows’’ Than A ‘’Lap-Dancer’’//
I attack this Jew like a Nazi in a synagogue//
U always-miss-to rip this god, where i just spit to split ya gob//
You praise the mob , but who you trying to play wit//
I kno really you’ze a singer you got your nick to claim it//
Ya lame-Bitch, Been around 2 years and still aint
Famous //
It’s a shame this//
Should be Singh aka Name-less, Must of thought I was whack
but things is getting dangerous//
U need to sign up to Army Regiments,,, To be accepted as a War-Head//
Lyrics leave ya on the floor-dead,, on ya own door-step//
And was sup with your voice, you got dumplins in your throat sounding like a whore’s-wet //
Couldn’t stay on ‘’tracks’’ in a corvette, let alone stay on tone in a chorus//
Your audios bore-us, your rhymes ‘’extinct’’ like a ‘’tyrannosaurus’’//
U don’t pack rawness, u ain’t even levi’s idol//
Bringing more ‘’pop’’ than ‘’n’sync’’, how can u be my rival//
If ya trials was on a fan, thay still wouldn’t be ‘’circuling’’//
Don’t try burst a rap, if u can barely write a verse and singh//
