Nique Ta Mere
• Written by RapDeRue
Hey midjet, who do you think your messin' with?
I'm a year or two younger,
But, I'mma hella stronger,
Your a coward, nothing more, nothing less,
Bruh, your whole face is a fucking mess,
Pussy, do you know who your messin' with?
I'm gonna make you suffer,
Beat you down so hard, you can't recover,
You think your tougher?
You think your rougher?
Your just a little roodrat who's a traitor,
My mind's a rhyme generator,
Your teacher's a crap educator,
I'm a sick ol' debater,
Say bye bye to your creator,
And bye bye to your mother,
In this battle, I'm the dictator,
I'm gonna send you flying to the equator,
Cya boy, later,
Say your prayer's now,
Before me, I will make you bow,
You lost this battle, anyhow,
I'mma beat your bitch ass, ciao
Your gonna regret the day you decided to beef with me,
Bruh, why you acting hard?
I'm gonna break you, and rip you apart,
Stop crying now, you stupid retard,
Stop speaking smack,
I'm gonna eat you like a snack,
This is my attack,
Look at what I have, six pack
Challenging me?
What you on, crack?
Against me, you can't do jack,
You looked down, you still have a tick tack,
Boom nigga, how does it feel, nigga?
Click click , BANG,
There you go, I pulled the trigger,
After this is done, you'll go back to being a beggar,
Had enough, Aathi?
Had enough, freshie?
Or do you want more, shall i go on a frenzy?
Count yourself lucky,
The next time I come at ya, you won't be ready.
Nique ta mère, ferme ta gueulle, mon frère.
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RapDeRue
Member since February 28 2014