R Seven Nothing
• Written by RoslanSkeet
//He said to stop with the gimmicks. These ain't gimmicks bitch, this is real rap.
R70 knows that his ass is mine, ass is mine, ass is mine,
C’mon dawg, why you gotta be pissed off?
You just got shit on by a Slim Shady rip off.
I thought that you could spit raw, so I came at you with bars,
Now there’s tears on your face and shit in your drawers.
I won’t be the one your homies are talking about,
As a matter of fact, just keep my name outta your mouth.
Especially if you’re the one who's calling me out,
At least figure out how my fucking name is pronounced.
If you fumble your verse in one take, my theory is
You don’t really expect Skeet to take you serious.
Talking bout my beef with Don? Did you see that shit end?
I ran him off RapPad, he'll never rap again.
You should know better than to come at me with white noise,
You'll need more than that to attack this fucking white boy.
You think you're the first whore to say I'm copping Eminem?
Bitch, everyone says it, and I still keep killing em.
R-7-0 ain't a fucking super hero,
He ain't ever gonna stop skeet from coming through your stereo.
He'll keep stu-stuttering verses, I'll keep coming to hurt him,
I don't need no ether either, I'll just straight up burn him.
Keep an eye out for this bitch when I hit him up,
I'll rip him up, have his body splitting up,
He'll never stop spilling guts, and if that shit ain't real enough,
Then we can measure dicks if this pussy thinks he's really nuts.
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RoslanSkeet
Member since March 31 2014