Lampoon
• Written by Reaper
I said pardon you cause I’m bad.
I’m not only sitting pretty, that’s sad.
Niggas been spitting petty.
No bars, my bars been heavy.
I’m an artist, a rap goddess.
My rhymes are eatable.
I don’t need the crown, but that’s inevitable.
I see frowns, in the background.
Niggas thought they run the town.
Nobody got my taste on lock-down.
Well damn, they know I’m hot now.
I sent a drop, made some hits.
Been a goddess before six.
I don’t even sweat no more.
I hated being poor.
Now it’s me they can’t afford.
I’m on that pass that.
Every rapper got straps.
Every artist got rats.
They just well-groomed.
I’m on my lampooned.
I’m not in the game to pop sticks.
My pussy says I got this.
I don’t fall for glitz.
I say words and peeps get lit.
My coterie about it.
We’ll send for you.
If you really want to start shit.
We can have a little rendezvous.
Don’t get confused.
Plus I don’t do quick fixes.
Cause phonies in the mixes.
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Reaper
Member since November 26 2013