Tragedy
• Written by ThaTragedy
I can't stand the youth
that bad-mouth my music,
How fuckin' dumb and foolish of you
to think you could fool this,
You make my knife hiss,
So I'm gonna stab a bitch,
Annoying little fuckin' nuisance,
I'm gonna' fill you with bruises,
You bitches can't,
You never will,
Don't even try to pursue this,
I caught my chance,
I took the pill,
I nearly died for this music.
You make me want to storm around,
And pull my guns out you bitch,
You ran your mouth from your house,
I'm calling you out now, snitch.
How ignorant you gotta be,
I bet you didn't read any of it,
You need to slice your wrist,
Then get pissed and stumble of Washington bridge,
I guess you can't see the humour
in the verses I spit?
You thought I just got lucky
didn't write anyone of this?
Kid, I've been writing this shit
ever since I was a kid,
I performed in-front of no audience,
Except from partial family and friends.
Why would you diss a man,
that deserves to get big?
I'm still swimmin' with the little sharks,
But I'm not afraid to get bit.
You think I get mad?
Bro I've got a steel heart
and arms like Iron,
They call me Tony Stark.
You're just a little pup,
Bitch you've got no bark,
You think I'm evil now?
I butcher bitches in the dark,
I've got a trunk full of gasoline
and spits that spread sparks,
If you want to say shit then battle me,
Look it up, They call me Tha motherfuckin' Tragedy
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ThaTragedy
Member since September 15 2014