Ye the quality is trash.. wanna fight about it? That's me spitting btw.
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Ye the quality is trash.. wanna fight about it? That's me spitting btw.
Lyrics
I'm tearing up the page as I'm jotting on the pad
Leave an emcee's corpse in a coffin or a bag
…Toe Jam, pale feet rotting by the tag
So be cautious cause I'm mad.. (just a little)
I kick it nasty, fuck writing a hook
Playing soccer with your head and a diabetic’s foot
…I guillotin you bitches, gimme cream & riches
…The art that I form with this ink is viscious
So unique & twisted, don’t think to diss it… (listen up you dumb fucks…)
Cause in my wise opinion… that’s a poor move
Bet a poor man wouldn’t wanna be in your shoes
…Cause as soon as my target’s acquired
…. - You hoes know I don’t pardon fools
I release an arsenal of garden tools
And vocab that’ll rip your gonads from your scrotum, Hunters get hunted
Feed you cats to the rodents
…What you think about that? I’m ferocious!
…Leave you lying in the bath with your throat slit
…Oh, I’m so sick! (yo, that’s some dope shit!)
…Blaze up a 4-pape full of roaches
Too bad I couldn’t find one bro to smoke with, you are what you eat?
I produce what I inhale
…Dope-as-fuck~rhymes for you to diss (well)
… I might make a diss~track, then you can diss~back
But you’d need more assistance than 9-1-1 could dis~patch
- Holy guacamoli, you’re green with envy
Not worth a minute, I find it funny
You could ask Rolex, they know time is money
I don’t waste it on herbs I could erase from the earth
Without going through the process of wasting a verse
Since the day of my birth I was plagued with a curse, Skills absurd
I’m way too ill for words…
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