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42 Bars Lyrics by Whitney Peyton

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I’m gettin’ smitten my sickly spittin’ is swiftly dissin’
The competition please sit and listen, won’t switch position
With any rappers on the radio you’re quickly missin’
That they ain’t gifted they just simply politicians
And they be flippin’ when a chick is spittin’ how I’m spittin’
It tends to raise suspicion “she must have written assistance”
It’s like they can’t believe a female flows tight
I don’t need ya help I rap better than you ghost write
Was well-liked in school I had my praise up
Til I said “I wanna rap” then everybody changed up
Now I know my therapist thinks I’m a strange pup
Cause I’m havin’ fantasies of blowin’ that whole place up
(BURN) like the ones who wanna diss and hate
I’m from the burbs they automatically instigate
Now listen wait, before you’re getting’ in my face
Are you really thinkin’ ya the shit? Cause I think you ain’t
They say “Whitney, you’re not black you can’t be hard”
Thank you, like I don’t own a mirror you freakin’ retards
I know what color my skin is so are you finished?
Cause I’m sick of being kidded cause I’m different
(yeah) was in a major production deal til they dropped me
Probably cause I refused to sound like a copy
Of Britney Spears, Miley Cyrus might be
What they wanna hear, but they can go ahead and bite me
(breakdown)
Dag nabbit, you ain’t got my back my fans have it
I tend to shred beats, it’s just a strange habit
And all these stations do is continue to play whack shit
Aren’t you glad that they released me from my straight jacket?
Hip hop’s not dead, but it’ll die soon
Cause I just stabbed it and posted it up on itunes
I got my army Team Underdogs gonna rise soon
We fine tuned so don’t even hide we’ll find you
I don’t do drugs cause I’m insane sober
My rhymes are so dope that’s why my eyes are glazed over
If I dumb it down or if I flow slower
Then I could be a famous rapper in a Range Rover
It’s game over, tick toc check ya wrist watch
I flip flopped your definition of hip hop
I’m just hot, a real broad with steel balls
A real boss, now I’m out and that’s real talk

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