Untitled Song
• Written by ATSRO
The devil want yo soul cuz u ya vilest of the feind
Yo damn bitch ass, full of dirty deeds
Even the devil got desires, he really want a hooker
Succubus got no shit, cus u a goated dick sucker
Muthafucker, ya really think u some righteous warrior
Thinkin he is him, bro couldnt got any cornier
Bitch u a pussy since middle school, thinkin he runs a gang
But u just all bark no bite boot couch she thang
Kids got better rhymes than u, bitch ass flows
Lyrics in such way, as if written by crows.
Tow your ass away from virtual scenarios in mind.
Writin these shitty lines, u wasted ur time
Before rappin bro, learn how to rhyme
no hope for thy flow, u better resign
cuz its a crime, to be that trash
waste of biomass, dumb jackass
ya salty boy? what's the matter
dont be angry, i just called you a yapper
why yo ass burnin? u a firecracker?
but u got no pop, fake chinese disaster
//// but u just a w-h-o-r-e
////runs the fade, thinkin he's EASY-E
////tried to battle me, medeiocre ass beat
////thought he was slick,now dead meat
////but u just a w-h-o-r-e
////runs the fade, thinkin he's EASY-E
////to battle me, medeiocre ass beat
////thought he was slick,now dead meat
/take yo time, no need to hurry
what condom flavour u like, Curry?
oh please nigga, think before u battle
cooked medium rare like wild cattle
calls himself a thug from the hood
when u dont even got the moning wood
no redemption for u, studio gangsters
piss yo pans when u se the real mothafuccas
run nigga, yo ass about be seized
before u battle me, worry about your hairline starting to recede
i aint like ya crush, leavin you on read.
dont worry child, i take care of my seed
//// but u just a w-h-o-r-e
////runs the fade, thinkin he's EASY-E
////tried to battle me, medeiocre ass beat
////thought he was slick,now dead meat
////but u just a w-h-o-r-e
////runs the fade, thinkin he's EASY-E
////to battle me, medeiocre ass beat
////thought he was slick,now dead meat
/why u restless boy, u a cat in heat?
oh i know. u the type of guy who likes smelling feet
u act all tough and strong, thinkin u elite
real ones show up." is that a tactical retreat"
in a bus ppl give u up their seat
the dont wanna talk, they later go to a priest
to get themselves cleansed, for lookin at this filth
u the new whore? i am better virgin
fuck is wrong with that nigga? world wonderin
this really ma child? yo dad ponderin
dont worry child, dont worry about yo life
u dont worry bout nothin, cuz i am boutta pulverize
that shit of a joke, but u know i am nice
////but u just a w-h-o-r-e
////runs the fade, thinkin he's EASY-E
////tried to battle me, medeiocre ass beat. thought he was slick,now dead meat
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ATSRO
Member since December 22 2024