//[Verse 1 : AsasenP]
I guess the writer's block is gone
Too bad because I spit harder than the bombs at Vietnam
So I'm making up for this with my limited F bombs
Fuck you nigga, you got it wrong
Valentine's day is in 2 weeks
I guess I'm alone just shooting up my bedsheets
Counting these spreadsheets
Well about the girl
I really thought she was my gonna be my world
I was gonna give all that I have to her
Too bad one day a nigga just twisted her words
I guess I'm tryna come up with more verbs
Like who would run to the ends of the earth?
If you treat this static I'll turn dramatic
Because a method you gotta keep it main
Maybe if you understand my brain
Then you would understand my pain
Maybe if you scheming over night on that one train
Plotting against Kendrick to win the rap game
The rap game only responds to one name
So if I pick my cards right I win the play
Fuck with this, "Hi you wanna play"
Too bad because I'm still like for my hideaway
Retreat like the disciples
Still preaching bible
(You didn't understand that?)
//[Verse 2 : TheWeirdo]
(I'm back fuckers)
This Killumnati shit ruling my mind, I guess they're now enlisting
And no resisting
They'll keep on damn insisting
We need damn assisting
Or they'll keep on damn existing
I tried to slip through the cracks, but Rappad need some fixing
And nothing can stop fucking Ahmad from motherfucking reminiscing
P gave Cappy's verse, because we needed a STEEZ
Rappad got me fucking fans! I'm screaming, "Jeez Louise!"
(But nigga... ha ha... you don't have any fucking fans)
*music continues*
So what could I be missing
This Killuminati shit gon' make me make a bad decision
I'll speak to you my vision
Go play some New Edition
And come back a real man
All this fucking cursing gave my grandma a fucking bedpan
So tell me what's your damn plan
Take it and run from the man
It won't make a better rapper in you, nigga I'm just sayin'
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AsasenP
Member since May 26 2015