Smashed
• Written by Dustinsane
Yo, this shit be a boom-bap,
I am the white guy who raps,
I have the ability when I blow a few caps,
Even though I am chillin, G,
Laughing at someone like, "Who that?"
Boy I'm so compelling,
When I'm someone telling,
You to sit the fuck down,
Since no one's around,
Fuck you cunt,
You were the one,
Who fucked me over first,
All I heard when looked over my shoulder,
Was a sweet little nothing,
Now I am hunting,
Whenever I turn a corner,
Stare at your fucking face,
Tell you to go back over the border,
Go back to being a hoarder,
And I will return to being the former,
Guy who just got a court order.
Sure, this shit makes no sense,
I decide to face no bitch,
Makes no difference,
I'm a dick, so big you can't even measure it.
My life may look like a heaven's sent,
Maybe it does,
Even when I fade I jump,
Like Kobe I will be waking you up,
Changing the fun,
Making you suck.
Look, I am mad as hell,
And that's well,
But I'm the accident that fell,
Pretty far from the tree,
Don't you fucking judge me,
Get off your damn high horse,
I will say hi no more,
I am not good, fuck Freddie Highmore,
You'll be tied to the door,
Fried til you're warm,
Pried open like farm corn.
This is what occurs,
When I am ticked I curse,
Make me angry,
Once you get me ticked,
I will commit murder, once I'm finished with it,
I will turn your meat into a business bitch.
This is real life, fuck your fairy tale,
These rhymes are barely stale,
Although I'm very pale,
I can make a bitch out of a hairy male.
Charge into you like ICE,
Better hope your bank card isn't flooded with ice.
Didn't understand that?
Boy I'm the man with facts,
And I'm about to go HAM on you brat.
You a fan of trap?
About to hand you a stamp of a fag.
Hey, if you made it this far,
And you don't feel like hitting me with a car,
If you have paid attention to me at all,
You'll know that my switch is off.
What does that mean?
While I'm rapping I am crapping.
Same as you do, Money Bag Yo,
Half of your bros,
Have to know,
That taking a bath with your hoes,
Cannot happen cause you're so,
Nonsensical,
Fucking a dude's bitch is fictional,
Great now my switch is broke.
I've got infinite flows,
So your chance of killing my style is definitely blown.
So get your hoe, I meant garden hoe,
I will splash like Harden though.
So let's battle,
You can hit me three times like Cannon,
But your win won't be handed,
Cause your hit isn't like a cannon,
Whoops, your hand is in,
The wrong place at the wrong time.
So you can go fuck yourself like Steve Bannon.
So I am emptying these thoughts,
Shit I wish I had the evening off,
So I can teach, so you ought,
To get away from me, or I'll cough,
Get corona, and be drunkenly ill.
You in the hospital, funny your bill,
Looks like the number pie.
You are gonna regret running with guys,
Who have fun with knives,
Chill Craig, knives aren't out,
Shit these bars about,
To be lifted, you'll be finished.
Or smashed.
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Dustinsane
Member since November 6 2015