This was done with my old equipment. It was rushed. Oh well, send me to round 2!
What the fuck? I dont rap, what is this shit.
Lyrics
Devo-D, you a textcee, dont know what rappins like/
How am i battlin a kid who never even grabbed a mic//
Askin how to record, youre pathetic, stick to text/
X buried you in a battle, and u still claim the best?//
But if youre smart in anyways, then stay away/
i wont ask for any-names, just point, and let the semi spray//
you a brave motherfucker, gotta give u credit-dawg/
no respect at all? then sorry dawg, i'll break ya jaw!//
You better watch ya back homie, i dont wanna catch u slippin/
Should of listened, to the warnin shots, but i guess u didnt//
Wheres ya wisdom, mother fucker, better get ya mind right/
You cant see that im winnin?, heh, i'll fix ya eye-sight//
Any bitch made mother fucker wanna try that shit, i got 'em!/
they can try to hide, i'll find 'em, runnin, and im right behind 'em//
