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My Name Is
- //Hook:
- Hi! My name is (What?)
- My name is (Who?)
- My name is JC bitch
- //Verse 1:
- My name is JC, I'm a killer from Burbank
- And in case you didn't know, I'm already at the highest rank
- in this game, and no one else can step to this shit
- I smacked Kanye out his throne and butt fucked his bitch
- til she bled all over slowly dying in her bed
- and flipped them and the police off, got in my car and fled (fuck you!!)
- People call my rhymes crazy, guess that makes two of us
- But I'm still ill enough to kill you recklessly driving a shuttle bus
- I'll give every wack rapper a verbal beat down
- and make em literally feel it while they sit there with frowns
- on their little faces jealous of me being at the top
- and I'm sick enough to break people's wrists with a mop
- Rap seems to have a cavity, I'll be the one to fill it
- And if y'all try and play sick, I'll yell, "Bitch, I'm the illest!"
- You all can shut your mouths, or my crew will shut it for you
- by killing y'all in rap battles then giving y'all the swine flu
- //Verse 2:
- My 5th grade teacher tried to flunk me in elementary
- Well, I passed (Yay!) but she was as crazy
- as the Incredible Hulk high on acid, weed, and 2 bags of shrooms
- I'm clean sweeping this shit, get out the fucking broom
- I'm the type that could start a bunch of forest fires
- And kill Smokey the Bear with tree branches and wear his attire
- But only I can prevent me from being beat
- So I stay away from Hell's Kitchen, even though I can handle the heat
- 95% of my life I was lied to
- I just found out my dad tells more lies than I do (Damn..)
- I wanted to fuck him over for all the shit he did
- Then, I thought, why bother? He was already a huge dick
- But I still have more balls than him, I let my true feelings out
- He probably thinks I'm someone he can't even live without
- Nah, fuck that, I'll do this shit my own way
- And maybe he'll think about his wrong doings someday
- //Verse 3:
- I'm a pioneer in this game, but I'm no Rick Ross
- Shit, I done hit the gym 'fore I started to be a boss
- And you Trinidadian maniacs are asking for ass kisses
- and looking for attention with your wack ass disses
- I don't have to spit, I could beat you with telekinesis
- then roundhouse you and leave you with 100 stitches
- Haha, my rhymes are just that deadly
- and your rhymes are just so.. I don't know... petty (Haha)
- Nah, fuck that, your rhymes won't match me anyway
- You couldn't light it up even if you dislocated your shoulder blade
- This just proves how irrelevant all of you are
- I'd rather see you dead with all your remains in a jar
- I'm spreading like rabies from an animal to a human
- If I still have shit left to prove, maybe that's your view then
- Or maybe I still do. Don't like me? Go home and suck a cock
- The day I fall off, I might just pass out on a boat dock
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