Untitled Song
• Written by Anonymous
You think it's cool to judge me as a fool
I'll ridicule ya into a molecule, now ya minuscule,
/ you wanna battle me, sure we can duel?
I gotta ruthless flow wit an ego that'll shit on you
/ But, honestly, I come with a real message
that's all these rappers you support, are whack
they'd drop you like a miscarriage,
dead, just another percentage, uh
/ I'm not going to be one of those fake rappers,
who'd rather corrupt ya mind then,
talk about somethin that matters.
/ then ya listen to em and fuck up,
and ya life gets put on the platter,
ya brain scatters and fractures,
ya just got hit with hammers and daggers,
/ but foreal, sometimes it's like that,
you wanna rap battle you got one chance,
but I own no plans in my expanse to join clans
and smashs, haah
/ ya see rappers, these days they all suck
Wayne, Chief Keef, and Tyler,
y'all can suck my balls bruh,
because all you ever do is talk about nonsense,
making profits, parties in the tropics, but
ya need stop it.
/ and if it's one thing, I'm worth it
niggas still hating, but they plan isn't working
but as I keep rehearsing and soul searching,
I get better and better, yeah I'm learning,
the day ya get dealt with, is making ya hurling
I'ma be smiling, because my hunger is burning
ready to take ya out the game, Donald Sterling
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