Masta Rasta Propaganda (WolfGang)
• Written by DoooMtheMenace
Ima swallow the competition
its my mission
an ambition
a condition
and a bad addiction
sittin down wishin
you wasn't missin
all this rap dissin
all my raps are combinations
of compilations
dont act like this is complicated
i predicted the proclamation
my mental state
is made of medal
and its not really stable
like a bad table
im really hateful of
what this world has come to
some times i black out
and i wont come to
some much stress its pointless
what has it come to?
my world gets twirled and swirled
upside down
not like a touchdown
more like a shutdown
i get up at sunrise
and give up at sundown
now i walk around with a frown
like a sad clown
nowadays i just spit things that aren't
inject-able but very digestible
that's how the cookie crumbles
i address idiots with a tone
that of a professional
ya'll make me cripple
stay back don't make get physical
and i get universal with my verbal
vocabulary especially
with people say i can't do it
i rap so hard Shakespeare calls me a poet
my brain is lit
thoughts and ideas don't quit
i sit at the table and make it legit
all my friends are dead
no more friendships
i get loose on this instrumental
with out a pen or pencil
sit down listen and sit still
my lyrcis so cold it gives me the chills
i have a boring life so i need a thrill
thats why im doin this
sittin down written to this
got nothin else betta to do
since everybody think they betta than you (me)
can't you see that i am not nobody
that i am actually somebody
or you crazy like R.Kelly
go ahead try me
this time no more mister nice guy
like naruto ima multiply
my accuracy is very percise
i jump up in the sky
come back down then ask you why
why you make me do this
now that im like this
now you wont exist
im the Masta Rasta Propaganda
my lyrics are properly alliterated
all i spit is heat
is this room properly ventilated
im frustrated im no rap-physicists
but all your lyrics contradicted
of who and what you are
which is not a star
and i don't know who you are
im a mathmatician
this rhyme is arithmetic
ima teach you algebra
dumb it down for you simpletons
MC+ME=rapping
i must be a Cool G
my scene is obscene
get to square roots im above average
3.14 divided by savages
look at me wierd
like im speaking multiple languages
all the damages ive done
you need multiple bandages
It’s very dangerous, the bars I spit
They don’t like chairs, so they wont sit
I won’t quit, I won’t sit, I won’t trip
I’m mentally stable, when I’m hungry I eat chips
I’m not a mother Hen, but I love chicks
You think I’m talkin bout girls, nah cuz they make me hurl
They just want one thing, and it’s disgusting
I’m a simple man, I just want one thing
That one thing is green and no it is not weed
It is money, cuz I need to pay them bills
So I can live up i the hills, so I don’t need these pills
Every body crazy, everyone like to kill
They can’t understand still, so I hit em wit a bat
In fact when I do that, imma sit back
Relax
Max
And chill wit my snack
Y’all lack the means necessary, to bury me
I’ll let no one carry me, cuz I’m tired of everyone dropping me
Excuse leave me be, I trust no one, don’t be mad at me
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DoooMtheMenace
Member since January 29 2018