Untitled Song
• Written by Justinshaw
Listen to your heart?
Man seems like your just startin to fall apart,
shoulda stayed in Heaven while you had the chance,
Tellin you imma win in advance.
If you think that you even stand a fuckin chance.
Let me tell you tell you somthin
little Dalton Eliot, i dont get paid
just do it for the hell of it.
Lookin like a phony from the very first line,
Raps not your game/ you need to be reassigned.
Hip-hop not somthin you can define.
Waitin for the stars to align?
Better get a ticket/im claimin this shine.
Battles already over and your soul is mine.
Eat rappers/throw out the candy.
Look a little phased/sorta kinda sandy.
Ill take it easy next time/if you have grandies.
Touch of tang in my slang.
Never thought about/straight off the brain.
Mental level exceedin,
your morale is depletin.
Fuck with me im the evil seed of Satan.
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Justinshaw
Member since January 2 2014