Problems Adressed (Freestyle)
• Written by DirtyMurder
Let me get something straight now...
Don't
Jump to
No
Conclusions
Because you know
I'm just an illusion
Now,
Let's go
Before
I flip
Can't believe this shit
Once again it's the dreaded psychopath
See, he still hasn't been trashed
He's just been hiding in the mass
Population in Detroit
With his ticket to life
Beginning to get void
Can't handle the noise
Of these aspiring rappers rising
Bringing the cake without the icing
The know without the flow
The winter without the snow
Like retarded plants that can't grow
Or a faggot that wasn't born with toes
See they rhyme with no timing
It's hard to communicate
What they're trying
To say to us
And fuss, that they're actual rappers
And the white ones, the crackers
They lack, most of them
Choking on the mic with their own phlegm
Taking chems in an RV in the desert
Like a self centered lizard
Hiding the weed, those fuckin' bastards
If they could only fuckin' see
The potential they possess
And split through the crowd like they're Moses
Parting the rap sea
Without ski masks
But bring an M80
And not shoot up the school
But kill the competition
And drag they dead bodies with them
To throw into the ocean
And get rid of the notion
That white rappers
Ain't part of the quotient
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DirtyMurder
Member since July 13 2015