Untitled Song

(Wait for the beat to Drop):

Erm hello...., is this thing on?

.........Guess so,

 

Yo, these niggas couldn't fuck wit me.

Fuck wit my gang, two shots to the knee,

Im on a killing spree. Outta my sight in the count of three

I'm a 13 year old Emcee,

"Hi siri, fuck wit me,", Hell no you aint feeling me,

These broke niggas is killing me, Ask me what Im doin,

I'm chillin G, My own niggas stealing from me,

You a walking dead like a zombie,

Im rich bitch like Mitt Romney,

Rip yo ass with that tommy,

Make a straight line, calmly,

He off to tell his mommy,

Feed bullets to ya tummy,

Shit aint gone be yummy,

Yo raps nigga are crummy.

 

Im the general, just making sure my soldiers straight,

Oops, sorry for the wait,

This is about to go like all your dates.

A turn down, you finna get slayed,

Like the last girl you gettin played,

My AK just sprayed,

You got a shotty, them bullets swayed,

Tounge twister like a braid,

Don't over run my parade,

Yo body just decayed,

Your looking kinda afraid,

Like its Saints Row,

Income my gre-nade,

MK Shove a pole up your ass like I'm Jade,

I don't have to get paid,

Still gettin money,

He's older than me and he hasn't got laid,

9th grade.

My raps are burning his eyes like lemon-aid.

HaHa.

 

But here I come again, I'm here to win

Im Yang, and raps are yin,

You don't get we're opposites, but still twins,

Throw a hammer over this bitch head,

Like Harley Quinn.

Im growing another sin,

Shoryuken to his chin,

Now Im unleashin,

The beast within,

Im about to begin,

The worst ass whooping you've ever seen.

Instead of black and blue, your face is turnin green,

Rip this phony bitch up, with a knife like scream,

Im her man, and she's my queen.

See the ass whooping you've juss received,

This is the ass whooping they'll never believe.

You've lost this, might as well leave.

This greatness I could've never achieved,

Never would've made it to the top, without my G's.

 

I'm just releasing, the raps that Im beasting,

It's time for a feasting, Whoopin your ass

Allover the season, What is your reason?,

So I can be stronger, and you can be weakened,

How many times do you do this, Frequent.

Whoopin your ass back to back to back,

Like a sequence,

You're gettin beatin,

Tryna find me, let me show you on my beacon,

Im stealin his soul when I rap, like a demon,

We're in totally different regions.

The next time someone says when did you get your ass kicked,

You better say recent.