COPYCAT
• Written by Maverick_Carter
Maverick_Carter's Notes
I took the base from GNAT and fucked around with and made this, none of the lyrics are the same but the rhyme scheme is the same as GNAT
Yeah, yeah
Sick, sick, sick
They say your bars are like spiders (bars are like spiders, what?)
You get 'em right off the web (you get 'em right off the web, yeah)
Like you're a copycat (you're a copycat)
You stole the content from me(stole the content from me)
And then you lose your fans (and then you lose your stans)
That's how the copy strike works (that's how the copy strike works)
Still slicing my wrist tho'
Bloodier than Fred in a dream, ho
No need for gates, I'm not bill, no
This shit is like killing an off brand villain
Like finishing off a snik-snik (snik-snik)
I'll fuck around and pile еight million
Dead little wrappers (rappers)
I'll await my trial date like 6ix then (what?)
Stay up late, killing Joe, Bidin' the wait til' I get out of prison
If you're hypersensitive, I wasn't referencin' the president, chill (chill)
I mean, my lyricism at times tends to kill, pencil in the neck
Like John went for the kill, sealed the deal (pop-pop-pop)
That's every one I diss ends up dead, down six deep
And I'm still killing the Joe, bidin' my time all alone (haha, yeah)
And I'm still flying high like a goddess (yeah)
They say your bars are like spiders (bars are like spiders, what?)
You get 'em right off the web (you get 'em right off the web, yeah)
Like you're a copycat (you're a copycat)
You stole the content from me(stole the content from me)
And then you lose your fans (and then you lose your stans)
That's how the copy strike works (that's how the copy strike works)
And Cartier got the dope he sends me
My drip like a runny nose
Better stay away hoes
'Less you wanna get infected
Take the virus and spread like butter on the bread (on the bread)
Just pulled the glock, filled your head with lead
The bodies piling up, this getting gorey
Might stop with the killing
But I might need glock 'cause I got that
Blood mark, can't hide no more
Got high, looked your mom in the eye, called her a whore
Feeding on the morphine, now I'm lying on the floor
Not lying 'bout your bitch a being a whore
Leave your body lying on the floor, run right out the door
Got the Chevy, just floored gas, tearing up your lawn, fuck up on the grass
Like Tom Brady threw another flat (ball) interception pass
I caught it and ran right past, real fast, now you're in last
One more meal, it is your last, chomp it up real fast
And I'm still totally flowing vocally
The bling is showing, foot on the gas
Ain't no slowing, on fire, more than just glowing
Best stay back, see the bombs I'm toting
Got 'em hoping that I'll end up blowing up
Instead I'm showing up, bodies drop, you're a flop
Like a fish, got you flop like bitch
Just pulled the glcok on this bitch, flipped the auto switch
'Bout to go full auto bitch, not gonna miss
The drip go sop, get a mop to clean it up
Clean my dirty mind, naw, you'd have to cut it out with a saw
Call me the tiger, swing at you with my claw
Not gonna chill with the shit that I'm on
It's my flaw, and it's not going away 'til I'm dead and gone
But I'm still high with the shit I'm on
And you're not 'cause-
They say your bars are like spiders (bars are like spiders, what?)
You get 'em right off the web (you get 'em right off the web, yeah)
Like you're a copycat (you're a copycat)
You stole the content from me(stole the content from me)
And then you lose your fans (and then you lose your stans)
That's how the copy strike works (that's how the copy strike works)
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Maverick_Carter
Member since September 7 2021