Untitled Song
• Written by Tashaboo
I just pick up a mic and I begin to spit
So get psyched and re-fucking-start this shit
I'll rain bombs on your fame until you call it quits
You'll need a cane for this game, 'cause you are unfit
I ain't dealin with this shit, Nicki why you strip
I ain't feelin you Izzy, what's up with the script
You mislead and like to rhyme a bunch of myths
Now meet me, I'm fierce like I got Beyonce's hips
And I know that I'm about to make you crawl,
If you ever come around, I'll make sure to have the whip
You get hit and begin to have a fit
Your a bitch, all you ever do is contradict
I'm like a volcano, I am about to erupt
And a tornado, with a plan to destruct
I am Draco, I'll look at you in disgust
Or a torpedo, I am about to combust
What your missing is a trait called honesty
I sit here wishin we could all see the comedy
Your a weak MC with not a trace of modesty
It's the quality that counts and not the quantity
I create so much motherfuckin turbulence
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Tashaboo
Member since April 17 2015