Untitled Song
• Written by BDGR
You know what? It's about time
Somebody told this bitch why his name is can't rhyme
He put himself into my firing line, more by luck then design
But I don't mind, I'll shit on anybody name if they speak mine
It's time for demolition, this dude is spitting fiction
He don't got no clue who he's dissing, shoot and missing
Bullets ricochet and flying straight back into his skin
It's a wonder how this fucker still living
Shouldn't even give you the time of day, a single minute
But I'm still using you to push my limits
Im limitless and you really thought that you could win this
It ain't no kid shit
I'll load the six spin and hit you with it, no-one to witness
But wait that's just a metaphor I'm like no-one you met before
Cos I don't kill with guns or knives, I use my words and leave you sore
Just like your ass was when you got it clapped the day before
Too personal? Well maybe you should have thought before you went to war
Using gay jokes is below the belt I guess , but I got you stressed
Wondering what I'll say next, you're in suspense
Call me a realist cos I'm giving out reality checks
So check your tone or the next ones going straight for your neck
