Deezy- Profane

I'm a fraudulent, fickle minded fuck.

And if you're thinking of battling bitch then try your luck.

It's been a minute since I had a rapper out for lunch.

And right now I'm looking at you like an ice cold glass of Hawaiian punch.

I can out write you, I can out rap you.

I can out combat you, and outright smack you.

You whack dude, just spittin some straight facts dude.

You ask anybody they sayin' you soft as shampoo.

I'm hard as bamboo infused with concrete.

Try to fuck with me and you'll get beat like Rodney.

And don't think im alone I got my troops behind me.

We'll stomp your ass out and chunk the deuce up promptly.

 

Pussy.

 

So what's been going on Rappad.

Been a minute since I written a lyric.

I'm not half bad, but I'm used to spittin acidic

And not trash bag, so I got back on my shit again

Like an ass rag, and I'm close to, grippin the crown again

It's in my grasp, like a pussy that Donald grabbed.

If I could take this feeling I get from rap, and bottle that.

And chuck it off a bridge, it'd blow like a nuclear bomb attack.

And I feel like a nuclear bomb's attached,

with the way that I spit on a track,

like it's my final rap,

And I'm held hostage by ISIS and Al-Qaeda bombers,

Saying where's Obama and Fuck Osama,

While I'm looking at the timer hoping that it dials back.

 

Any leftist can suck my limp dick.

Any punk bitch can kiss my right fist.

And any white chick with nice tits can get this pipe quick.

Alexis Texas you're next to get this,

Bill Cosby and Bill O'Reilly business.

Fuck what is this, undeniable want,

To annihilate any chump that I want.

I don't give a fuck if you're the president. (Presidunt)

I'm quick to pop the trunk and pop a pump on punk ass Trump.

Ratbag you're a fat fag and I just ejaculated on your aunts ass.

Not to mention that I masturbated in your lunch bag.

So I wouldn't have it,

unless you wouldn't mind having a little extra spunk added.

Fucking dumb faggot.

Groveling little maggot,

Bitch I'll put your body in a casket,

And toss you off into lake placid.

Leave you there til you're rancid,

And torn apart and dismantled.

And pull your ass out that water,

Cause even if you don't have a face,

I'll still treat your head like a trophy thats on my mantle place.

For bodying your bitch ass, in less time and even half the space.

(and theres still room for more rappers)