Eddie?

So i hear of this one everyone calls King Eddie

But bitch i guarantee you’re not even ready

You spit these lines

When you should be fined

Because i’ve seen you buy albums just to extract rhymes

That ain’t right

Thats not even close

You so fake then think you have the right to go on and boast

Go make some toast then go on and sit by the fire

While your producer goes and looks for someone else to hire

Cause you're a liar

You ain’t got no desire

join the choir

You’ll never be able to write anything but satire

You think it’s swell bitch but you just look like a fool

Cause you’ll never really be anything but a tool

But i just sit back and watch

Waitin till the day you will finally be caught

You’ll lose all of your money

you still won’t even have a honey

ain’t that funny

I think its quite

Hell bitch i forgot you were white

You call yourself italian

just more lies you be tellin

You gettin recruited?

Oh your minds so diluted

By LSU?

Bitch that’s almost funnier than you

Have some stew hell get some air

Cause you ain’t gon’ be goin nowhere but sinclair

For all these lies you keep on tellin i think thats quite fair

Whatever ends up of you i don’t really care

Spit some lines back at me bitch i dare