i know what im ganna say, but i have another way to play
ya u a bitch wolf, but when imma beast ur face is facin faint
imm a let a bitch blow out tha candles, i hope that didint ruin ur date
im done wit this, but i didnt finish wat i said
i cant stop so watta heck, if u want to...then u probably gotta freeze that clock to death
imma run ur bitch big, it will put an end to cancer
lose a few pounds of dumbness, then u'll pickup tha pace faster
AND IM OUT!!
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WOW, sythe died in my first reply, so i had to write a new one, anyways here:
It's a good thing you said 'im out at' the end of you're rap.
So the people on sythe know u aint coming back.
With shit like that: dont hold you're breath for a clap,
Instead i heard crickets croaking way in the back.
I hope you realise you're raps are atrocious,
You can't compete, cause my raps are ferocious.
And im telling you now, so don't say you dont know this:
Come back again and you better be proprecocious.
My a lyrics are spherical, i'm unbelievable,
My raps are unconcieveable, you'll need a miracle,
..to compete with me, keep up the heat with me,
Throw up the street with me. I'll have you killed for free.
Was that even an rap? It just seemed synthetic.
You seem kinds
sweet.. I'm getting diabetic.
But dont be so sad, you're attempt was poetic.
Wot the fuk am i talking, you flow is pathetic!
For me, this aint compitition.
For me this is a composicion.
Keep going with you're fucking bitching,
And you'll be on the ground fukin twitiching.
"ya u a bitch wolf" - wot the fuk does that even mean?
Don't try to get technical. It's just a simple routine.
Don't understand it? You must be obscene..
Go join a gay bar, you're a fucking drag queen.
So am i destroyng you? It must be a dream..
But Hold!
You're mom walks in the room, shes holding some cream
Then she rubs on you're balls, so you dont seem so gleem!
Then you walk to she shops and buy some ice-cream.
Then you both go back home, and do it extreme
Don't come back. You're finished!
