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Processed Beef
- I eat the breed of the incomplete children born under the sheets
- The sweet tender plead I hear as I begin to hear the weeps
- This series only airs once a week
- Take it or leave it the opportunity is under your feet
- The theories of the countries that chase fortified meat
- I see a better treat while sitting in my seat watching the new tweets
- The only way to win, is to cross the street, I don't accept defeat
- You can just hurry and retreat and press delete and end this now
- Or I'll end it the hard way and go out with a pow
- Words upon predisposition lyrics have you asking how
- But I define my words of art, as art
- Your grimy lyrics leave a bitter taste, there too tart
- My lyrics are not only from the heart
- But I destroy and already won from the start
- NWMF, is that the North West Minnesota Foundation?
- Or the illustration of no lyrics or no certain relation
- NWMF, is that the National Women's Music Festival?
- Now this isn't personal, But your percentage is not 1, it's a decimal
- But see I think your diss is unacceptable
- But I hit from every which way, I am unpredictable
- My lyrics have people begging for more there irresistible
- But grind you like a vegetable I am the new Huxtable
- But the way you come at me is inhospitable
- I don't stop when I start I continuously spit at fools
- I started rapping at a young age how do you think I was introduced
- But let me reintroduce
- I did not grow up to be abused, I refused to be a tool
- So I threatened every corner with my deuce deuce
- I had literally a truce, With every overused man with tattoos
- But see the product of my lyrics make lames real confused
- I get simple stuff and good lyrics and I fuse
- Yours are nasty bars stick to a body like a bruise
- And your verses and literally destroyable I go to sleep and hit the snooze
- It's and option cuz I choose
- But your so lost in your own lyrics have you playing Duck Duck Goose
- If you think you improved, just check your shitty reviews
- I bet you get one view and your so depressed the next day the rap is removed
- None of your trashy lyrics can hurt me I am immune
- About as hot as a summer day in mid June
- But I got a problem with attitudes better check you tune
- But have you gushing blood as red as maroon
- I have a dark and light side you can call me the moon
- Your name is just letters and your cousins like to spoon
- Cut you fast that the blood comes out the color of prunes
- Your a scavenger for rap your a raccoon
- I'm so far above your level your still a recruit
- Blanks is all that you shoot
- Tired of your "Truths" I just end it by pressing mute
- You only look for lute, never look for gain
- Maybe that is why you strain for the main grain
- But bars are so fire there unexplained
- I must be so far outta this world i'm inhumane
- Lyrics you can't tame, And if shit pops off my words go insane
- And one to the brain
- Having you wished you prayed to god you became a preordain
- I screw up your mind i'm the brother of cocaine
- I battle worse wars than my boy John McCain
- But blow you up with my rockets and your lips are all that remain
- I stay on top of the game as if it's my campaign
- But drink so nicely buy a bottle of 700 dollar champagne
- Try and battle again when you actually have an audience to entertain
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