light hearted and hot shit, not like itchy, it would be good for someone who dont like experimental song and like straight kind of song my rap name is Naiden, real name is Masaru
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its the rapper Naiden's page just chill with his songs-----------------------------------------
*my rap aint good for someone who cant understand jokes, u shouldnt take things seriously what I said for stupid joke
-new songs gonna be updated sometime
-my highschools crews song gonna be updated too
Story behind the song
beat by: soundclick beat maker (free beat)
Lyrics
(verse1)
too many topic to say so static I wont give they ass/
injure them more more with my gift of making cuss/
at last no one show me luv no mo/
but im already lonely scheming to blast a 4-4/
in my head, then im then, then they gon feel bliss/
I need crucifix to please the lord, lease my tears/
cause this rap field, full of dead graveyard/
grin of them enemy, man, to demon I pray hard/
to wreck them on, her semon, after fuck, thats just what/
stuck into my brain like Marshall I lose myself/
like Kurt Cobain taking drug, trying to destroy my health/
I feel like Im young man who was ring a dead bell/
but its true all this fucking pain letting me something to write/
I aint from the circus, but I entertain you, alright/
(chorus)*2
i might say your trash, but it might aint be real/
im try to make you mad, so my buddy chill/
anyhow anyway, its clear that my shits tighta/
pay me, Ill be your ghostwrita/
(hook)
I might say youre trash, I might say youre trash/
Im tryin to make you really really mad/
anyhow anyway its clear Im tight/
better pay me 20dolla I be your ghostwrita/
(verse2)
tired of battling, attacking, fucking teen/
now Im just addicted to hiphop magazine/
cause Masarus dreaming of riding in Limousine/
little percentage?, fuck it im still motherfucking teenage/
so I rage, to motherfuckers right away/
especially cocky buddy saying struggling is gay/
call me a docto, or im gonna break you/
dig you a, "hey masaru!"/
what? "stop being loco your dada might spunk your butt!"/
fuck that, my dad divorced my mom that/
so upset, with girl in closet, im smoking weed/
this local hiphop what I lead, your ghetto in need/
cause they want some hero to show, hiphop culture remain in major/
cause your sell out rap, taking over chart/
but Imma stay hard as fuck so fuck sweetheart!/
(chorus)*2
i might say your trash, but it might aint be real/
im try to make you mad, so my buddy chill/
anyhow anyway, its clear that my shits tighta/
pay me, Ill be your ghostwrita/
(hook)
I might say youre trash, I might say youre trash/
Im tryin to make you really really mad/
anyhow anyway its clear Im tight/
better pay me 20dolla I be your ghostwrita/
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