Stupid f***s talk too much.. this is jst a reply...
spent abt a day writin' the lyrics... did the recording in one go...not much of an effort
Lyrical
I'm a lyricist more than a rapper... 'nd blive in lyrical power rather than the power of instruments
Lyrics
I’mma giant,
Got this rap to a science
You bitches wanna talk to me? I aint got time
Never sublime, I’m like hell on the deck
Your disses, never effect..given one hellava head
Getoff me, yu got a man’s smell on ya breath
You think I’m upset? That I’mma be killin’ my bred??
Yea I’m So ill, on this track
Watchu talkin’ bout? My chick on taht track
Imma kill all yu fags, ‘nd let V know
That the only thin touched on prom was dick in your ass
I’m wonderin’ why you chose a vet to beef
You a lyrical baby you still wet your sheet
‘nd tell your brodha, he aint upsettin’ me
This aint a battle, this a homicidal death to me
‘nd I’m still talking words..not that gat spray
Put your lights out like ashtrays, fuckit I’m a lion, aint runnin in yo rat race
Now I’mma say this once,better listen good
You don’t walk arnd namin’ my girl, or you’d be missin’ a tooth
You’d be killed in booths, So you cal this beef?
Haha 2 homoish first years and a jobless freak?
I’ll fall this, weak, he don’t know wat he on abt
The diss was to us ryt? Why you brought in speed?
Nikk yu a devil? I’ll kill that demon
Smokey yu shouldn’t speak you’ll spill that semen
I walk alone, but I aint green day
You two? Walk hand in hand so much that you seem gay
‘nd whatever V say, we know its cliché
‘nd they say they aint bitches, guisin’ dickridin as team play
please mate, you’re still viggu the great
brothers in churches are supposed to virgins, now wats your cover up, gay?
I’m doubly yu eh
‘nd then yu send me a track called with luv, on valentines day
Regards,
Emcee Marco
