[Verse]
When I came in the game I knew I was gonna have targets
I knew pussy ass rappers were gonna try and start shit
But I never knew shit was gonna be this hard as a rap artist
I didn't want this, I just wanna spit the phat bars, bitch
But since I'm doing this, I might as well cause mad carnage
You're jealous because I shine like fine weather
Because of me you shine lesser, dykes better
Find pressure, I never, I'm clеver, mind's tender, liе
I just rhymed nine letters, I'm lives treasure
I'm a rhyme shredder, trying to earn that fine cheddar, I'm 'header
The game, oo nelly, I've got a Dilemma
Do I lean into my dark thoughts, or do I lean into my darker thoughts
I did like you at one point
But your fourth album was more of a let down than the Carter IV
You got too comfy fucking that Karma whore
Our careers are buildings, I've got a larger store with harder floors
And you, you've just got laughter doors
Your raps stink like a farmers draws
So come with me as we take a trip down memory lane
Remember when you first started? You were called MC Fame
Your first taste of fame, you tried rape, then the Police came
You were on top of the game but then along came Chazer
Everyone doubted me because I'm a self made rapper
I date crackers, hate actors, scrape slackers, ate trappers
My pen game, insane, shot myself in veins
Spit flames, became the leader of the rich lane
You're in the bitch lane, this song will reclaim my spot on the throne
I was never on the honour roll, now I'm on a roll
(Andrew gagging) Shut the fuck up, Imma kill your ass
Finally kill this feud, turn you into chicken feud, I ain't got shit to do (Andrew Gagging)
Whip this dude, don't misconstrue
You fucked up my life, now it's time to take it back
I was at the top, time to make it back
At one point I hated rap
And it's all your fault, that's why I've been doing dark shit
Haven't been able to be creative like an art bitch
But instead, I have to rap about wrists that are half slit
My brains always angry, but killing you will calm it
"Mate please don't kill me, I'm so sorry, innit"
Soz but lets face it, I'm perfume, you're garlic
I grab the knife and stab you in the fucking throat
So goodbye to what was once the fucking GOAT
Fuck "Stay Motivated" no more Andrew
No more rap, dude, it's funny, I've also got a gun aiming at you
As blood comes out of your mouth, all I can do is smile
I know you love money so let me kill you with a rich style
My idol became my rival like that song that went viral
I think the rap Jesus is a fair title
And you, you're just a one-hit wonder like those kids that met Michael
When we first met, you told me I weren't shit
But like that bitch Eve said "All my life I tried to earn shit"
I then had so much money I could burn shit
And now you're hurt bitch, and you'll soon be dead
This here, this is my uzi, I shoot with lead
So I've gotta ask, any last words?
"Yeah, fuck Chazer Wazer"
Ha-ha, that's funny
(Gunshot)
Yeah, Andrews dead, the TOAC days are finally over
I'm cold like streets soldiers, I feel colder
My mind seems older, I'm more sick than a crime scene folder
So much money I need my leaf blower
So much P I've got nineteen clovers
I feel sober, this rhyme schemes over
This is one sick outro, my mind, it's foul yo
I became the best storyteller without flow
Fuck a gun, I kill you with sounds so
I don't rap about my feelings, I rap about fictional shit
I rap about lyrical shit, I care about these syllables, bitch
Rape your mum if you try and come at me with a subliminal diss
I used to go to school in a blazer
Now I just sit back and blaze ya
If I was a doctor I'd serve my patients like a waiter
And then kill anyone that considers them self a hater
Been reppin' that 01375 since day one
No mistakes done, I've betrayed none
Fuck Kent, Essex is the real S state
I never wanted no shitty job working at a real estate
I'd sooner be as real as Nate
Y'all been vibing with my shit since my first tape yo, like J. Cole
My dreams are to perform at paid shows and fuck great ho's, named Rose
I know I can be hard to listen to because I ain't pro
Did you like "Life Fucked Me, So I Raped It"?
Here I am, finally able to say "I made it"
My beat causes your wife to be vibrated
I'm high rated, grills are ice plated
I stated that I'd die naked with my eyes shaded
Oh, how's your house? Mines gated, minds jaded
Your wife waited at my crib with her pussy open, I ate it
The game had to cut out a hole for me like my left pocket
Jay came to me with a gun and an album, I went let's cock it
We destroyed the game with bare shots bitch
I'm cumming into a bitch like a red rocket
So this is it, I'll see you in my next project
[Outro]
Chazer - Boy, I'm glad that's all done with
Big Daddy Killer - Hey, you said it best, brother
Chazer - I think I'm gonna call my next album Reincarnation
Big Daddy Killer - Sounds sick. Do you want me leave, or what going on here?
Chazer - Nah, I think I'm gonna keep you around
Big Daddy Killer - Sick, well if ya need me, I'll be in the back of your head
Chazer - Cool...Oh hey, what have you been doing CP?...Not talking, ay?, I've been there...May I ask why you've got a gun? I hope you're not planning to shoot me with it because that was be pretty darn ba--
[Gun Shot]
When I came in the game I knew I was gonna have targets
I knew pussy ass rappers were gonna try and start shit
But I never knew shit was gonna be this hard as a rap artist
I didn't want this, I just wanna spit the phat bars, bitch
But since I'm doing this, I might as well cause mad carnage
You're jealous because I shine like fine weather
Because of me you shine lesser, dykes better
Find pressure, I never, I'm clеver, mind's tender, liе
I just rhymed nine letters, I'm lives treasure
I'm a rhyme shredder, trying to earn that fine cheddar, I'm 'header
The game, oo nelly, I've got a Dilemma
Do I lean into my dark thoughts, or do I lean into my darker thoughts
I did like you at one point
But your fourth album was more of a let down than the Carter IV
You got too comfy fucking that Karma whore
Our careers are buildings, I've got a larger store with harder floors
And you, you've just got laughter doors
Your raps stink like a farmers draws
So come with me as we take a trip down memory lane
Remember when you first started? You were called MC Fame
Your first taste of fame, you tried rape, then the Police came
You were on top of the game but then along came Chazer
Everyone doubted me because I'm a self made rapper
I date crackers, hate actors, scrape slackers, ate trappers
My pen game, insane, shot myself in veins
Spit flames, became the leader of the rich lane
You're in the bitch lane, this song will reclaim my spot on the throne
I was never on the honour roll, now I'm on a roll
(Andrew gagging) Shut the fuck up, Imma kill your ass
Finally kill this feud, turn you into chicken feud, I ain't got shit to do (Andrew Gagging)
Whip this dude, don't misconstrue
You fucked up my life, now it's time to take it back
I was at the top, time to make it back
At one point I hated rap
And it's all your fault, that's why I've been doing dark shit
Haven't been able to be creative like an art bitch
But instead, I have to rap about wrists that are half slit
My brains always angry, but killing you will calm it
"Mate please don't kill me, I'm so sorry, innit"
Soz but lets face it, I'm perfume, you're garlic
I grab the knife and stab you in the fucking throat
So goodbye to what was once the fucking GOAT
Fuck "Stay Motivated" no more Andrew
No more rap, dude, it's funny, I've also got a gun aiming at you
As blood comes out of your mouth, all I can do is smile
I know you love money so let me kill you with a rich style
My idol became my rival like that song that went viral
I think the rap Jesus is a fair title
And you, you're just a one-hit wonder like those kids that met Michael
When we first met, you told me I weren't shit
But like that bitch Eve said "All my life I tried to earn shit"
I then had so much money I could burn shit
And now you're hurt bitch, and you'll soon be dead
This here, this is my uzi, I shoot with lead
So I've gotta ask, any last words?
"Yeah, fuck Chazer Wazer"
Ha-ha, that's funny
(Gunshot)
Yeah, Andrews dead, the TOAC days are finally over
I'm cold like streets soldiers, I feel colder
My mind seems older, I'm more sick than a crime scene folder
So much money I need my leaf blower
So much P I've got nineteen clovers
I feel sober, this rhyme schemes over
This is one sick outro, my mind, it's foul yo
I became the best storyteller without flow
Fuck a gun, I kill you with sounds so
I don't rap about my feelings, I rap about fictional shit
I rap about lyrical shit, I care about these syllables, bitch
Rape your mum if you try and come at me with a subliminal diss
I used to go to school in a blazer
Now I just sit back and blaze ya
If I was a doctor I'd serve my patients like a waiter
And then kill anyone that considers them self a hater
Been reppin' that 01375 since day one
No mistakes done, I've betrayed none
Fuck Kent, Essex is the real S state
I never wanted no shitty job working at a real estate
I'd sooner be as real as Nate
Y'all been vibing with my shit since my first tape yo, like J. Cole
My dreams are to perform at paid shows and fuck great ho's, named Rose
I know I can be hard to listen to because I ain't pro
Did you like "Life Fucked Me, So I Raped It"?
Here I am, finally able to say "I made it"
My beat causes your wife to be vibrated
I'm high rated, grills are ice plated
I stated that I'd die naked with my eyes shaded
Oh, how's your house? Mines gated, minds jaded
Your wife waited at my crib with her pussy open, I ate it
The game had to cut out a hole for me like my left pocket
Jay came to me with a gun and an album, I went let's cock it
We destroyed the game with bare shots bitch
I'm cumming into a bitch like a red rocket
So this is it, I'll see you in my next project
[Outro]
Chazer - Boy, I'm glad that's all done with
Big Daddy Killer - Hey, you said it best, brother
Chazer - I think I'm gonna call my next album Reincarnation
Big Daddy Killer - Sounds sick. Do you want me leave, or what going on here?
Chazer - Nah, I think I'm gonna keep you around
Big Daddy Killer - Sick, well if ya need me, I'll be in the back of your head
Chazer - Cool...Oh hey, what have you been doing CP?...Not talking, ay?, I've been there...May I ask why you've got a gun? I hope you're not planning to shoot me with it because that was be pretty darn ba--
[Gun Shot]
( Chazer Wazer )
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