Lyrics
I see, now you running off at the mouth, see you a twin- thats other people rockin ya style quit fuckin around- "dial 911" after this, cause imma have you fucked up - heart attacks when you spit- old timer- maybe you got brain damage, 30 tracks later still aint elevate- you stay rappin, fake gangster trying play with an emcee, lacking any type of flow just be spittin in text please, then see if any people feelin you more, cause im bettin that they will without hearing ya flow, you merely a broke bum, now you coming into this, aliterate piece of shit, just a drunk who spits, and its trash that's tacky, you'll be seeing it now, cause his best raps sound like one of my freestyles
you senile and need life, i aint no police man but i aint feelin ya style so imma "read ya rights/ writes", receiving my lines- shook- overdose on my skills, this guy's 39 so ill push him "over the hill", his flow isnt ill, so he takes a bill- sitting strange ,imma have you on the floor really "sniffin some cane/kane", aint gettin fame- spittin those raps bout grabbin some toys, you only get a "thumbs up" in ya ass from ya boy, Got me annoyed, step in and ask if you ready for me, known for fact you've touched more "sacs/sax" than kenny g
come against me and you'll have to pull out, talkin bout songs "twin's is off air" like full house
figure it out? oh thats right man you got a couple ld's, cause I left you "dumb founded" after sellin some weed, tellin me that you keep heat- but you old and bothering, imma
make you "retreat/re-treat" like poor people on haloween, Go on followin others with no money, its so funny, you sittin at home while ya ho sucks me, you monotone drop ya vocals they all blow, voice screamin,hurtin my ears with that gay flow, probly thinkin you sick- which is really unfair- gonna end up in a ditch but gotta "start somewhere", some stare at this failure so you callin abort- its not the world trade or nothing but "twin's fallin short", Ya Drops ignored, low quality and played ass beats, quit slurring all ya damn words - you cant get past me, please g ya raps be strictly filled with irrelevance, intelligence? nope zero not coming from this queer who, hasnt made too far in his life
and now that's he in round 3, wants be hot on the mic, you speak bull, makin up lies with a low iq, mumbling random shit when u spit so I dont mind to, be leavin this dog bleedin, ya bars depletin- you got a impotent dick so they'll be "no hard feelings", wreckin you when I take to the mic, fuck ya crew- catch 22 I'd think they'd be better when taking a hike, and whenever you wanna get personal holla for sho', I normally wear contacts there goes the basis for ya audio, now its time to be facing it, ill serve ya cause "twin bad" like mary kate being charged with murder, this fuck blows stepping back when I show ya- best to go and "run home" (home run flipped) like a dsylexic sammy sosa
hang this hoe up he's "all over my lines" , ill be taking my dough after all you homos get striked, you a joke on the mic, really come from the west coast? cali? then ill knock ya "lights out" like ya'll did before, got you death door's hollering "let me in", gonna make you "spill the beans" like disembowling mexicans
