Scrupulous:
I'm a disturbed brain
Just sniffed 10 lines of cocaine
Wearing a cap, hood n a chain
Dressed like I belong in this game
Like I deserve some fame
Recognition for being insane
Just holla’ when my lyrics dry up n ain't fly, they suck and I've gone lame
Not gonna happen, I'm only good at rapping, besides that, besides rap, I'd be a porn-star cus of this huge dick that I'm packing, in my shorts, my jaw smacking as I report back to the girl that ‘am tapping, that I'm having to back out, cus my dick fell loose and kept slapping off of my knee, cauliflowered dick, right angle when I pee, I miss the bowl and hit the wall when I piss, no fuck nor no dick for her, probably gonna result in riffs, aggressive tiffs until she's swallowing blood when she sniffs, this bitch is leaving my life far from bliss, listen up, fuck you I say, n you say I wish, cus I'm not playing with your clit n giving it a french kiss or finishing off on your tits, man what can I do, what can I say, I'm convinced you're a dyke, you're gay or maybe you do love me and I just can't let that come out today I'm afraid, it's gotta stay in the shadows, in the shade, how my meant to fuck other bitches if they think I'm monogamous n committed to you, my vindictiveness is bottomless and true, I believe I'm wantonness, embodiment of dominance, prominence, my dick at the start of the verse, no provenance in my life that's cursed, but provenance in my linguistics, and there's the perks, of being a prick, ignorant as fuck like my cousin Kirk, see it's easy to be an asshole n jerk, when it's already all around you, it becomes a natural trait n quirk, come at me bitch, nothing hurts, I've gone cold, 21 is not that old but I'm ready to kill a motherfucker n cut their throats just to get to the top, selfishness is my only way to impress, I'll load n cock a Glock, n let it off pop, pop, pop
$hadyDealingz:
I'm angry on this microphone
Angry on this metronome
Angry over this telephone
Ugh
I'm thrown n
I got that pump action shotgun
To grab n ghat
Her hot buns
Self predication I got none
Marijuana I got some
Pissed off rappers I'll ghat son
I got some more punchlines for these wack ass rappers
I'm punching past them
I'm blasting my Glock attack em
I'm latching onto every other women that I speak too
I fall in love too quick I'm a bit of a prude
I've got these lude lyrics for every rapper I choose
Come at me I don't loose
I'm the grim reaper
On this mic I'm a keeper
Don't fuck with me I'll Decapitate you into a deep deep sleeper
I'm mad hatter kind of rapper
Got a capper kind of flow
Put a cap in the backs of these haters let it go
Let the gun go off into the heads of these horrible hoes
That how it goes
They got that silver spoon-full
But still continue to be spiteful
It's a bright light in my sight nah null
There's nothing
I'm only joking I'm bluffing
I'm here to give this game something
Beautiful
See the length of my songs in Roman numerals
Push n pull through this incarceration
Im past embracing
It's time to tell a story instead of spitting out lines in my rhymes that don't mean much
Got my leather jacket on I'm lush
Here the 1975 as I touch
Rough these bitches up
I'm compelling
Felons black folk victimized to the watermelon
This racist shit I'm spelling out to these muthafuckas
I'll push astray from these muthafuckas
I say muthafucka just as much as lil Wayne says the n-word
Turn back the 90's
Get money word
That shit was real
Grinding at work till the unappeal
Till that skin had pealed
Till that skin has healed
That shit was real
Can you not feel?
This price of what is right
You need a shield
That shit was more real
Than all those days spent in a field
Drinking until our livers failed
But we still propel up to the top
Of the abandoned houses
That shit was high as hell
We were high as hell
Smoking to the point of rebel-ion
Imma end it hear bitch I'm gone I'm done
