Untitled Song
• Written by FIKSR
Put that flame to the foil
Until that black starts to boil
Raps so hot they will burn you like oil
Then stick you in a pot
And put your wack ass on broil
Coil you up
And eat you for lunch
Cause you ain't worthy enough for breakfast
Or brunch
Take a bite as your bones go crunch
Nigga you don't taste good
Bet you don't get pussy much
Best have much respect for the one
Who could and would
Slaughter you while you stood
With your hood put over your face
Trying to hide cause you know your
Missunderstood
And you cried cause you wana be understood
But you died inside cause you knew you never could.
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FIKSR
Member since January 11 2014