Hahanerd
Sports Bettor - DM me if you have credit accounts.
- Joined
- Jul 25, 2009
- Sythe Gold
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I find it funny that all you white kids try to rap
You run your mouth, shit outta your ass, and you're still full of crap
Lyrically, you guys have no skills when it comes to spittin'
Most "rappers" here copy their verses from lyrics elsewhere written
If I don't win this prize, nobody else can rise to my size
JohnK bro, don't be a ho and decide to pick someone else, besides
Get in the back seat because you're in for a treat
It's Delta Squad, Lym, FireZ I'll beat
Specifically spittin' the first things that come out of my mind at this time
Rap is not about who can make the best rhymes
To all the haters and bitches, I have a message to deliver
I will burn you up like a smoker's liver
Stop wasting life and go out and do shit outside
Bitch, you don't belong alongside the best of the best, don't feel like you're my bride
Beside that, I'm gonna divide Sythe into the east side and west side with pride
I'll leave my mark on your head because I'll tear it apart like a shark
Yeah, ho, that's my trademark, better believe it if you're left in the dark
You dumb as a rock, but don't compare yourself to my cock
The clock tickin', my talk is sickenin', don't mock my jock
It's the last line and I'll leave you wondering why
Why exactly I decided to say goodbye
You run your mouth, shit outta your ass, and you're still full of crap
Lyrically, you guys have no skills when it comes to spittin'
Most "rappers" here copy their verses from lyrics elsewhere written
If I don't win this prize, nobody else can rise to my size
JohnK bro, don't be a ho and decide to pick someone else, besides
Get in the back seat because you're in for a treat
It's Delta Squad, Lym, FireZ I'll beat
Specifically spittin' the first things that come out of my mind at this time
Rap is not about who can make the best rhymes
To all the haters and bitches, I have a message to deliver
I will burn you up like a smoker's liver
Stop wasting life and go out and do shit outside
Bitch, you don't belong alongside the best of the best, don't feel like you're my bride
Beside that, I'm gonna divide Sythe into the east side and west side with pride
I'll leave my mark on your head because I'll tear it apart like a shark
Yeah, ho, that's my trademark, better believe it if you're left in the dark
You dumb as a rock, but don't compare yourself to my cock
The clock tickin', my talk is sickenin', don't mock my jock
It's the last line and I'll leave you wondering why
Why exactly I decided to say goodbye
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