Uh, their passion wasn’t mappin’ out
So they grabbed a pen, now they call themselves a rapper now
The passions lackin’ you see the lyrics you smacked it out
Your only hope is ya’ that whack, you’re attractin’ clout
What’s the point of this? Only in it to join the rich
You toy the kids, tell ‘em they the reason you join the biz’
I ain’t the type to come pussyfootin’ i lay it straight
You talk a lot, but you ain’t the type to come face to face
Im with ya girl and she loves the way that i say her name
We hit my place, she gets face-banged likе JFK
I’m from the streets and my word of speech is not formalised
Im disrespеctful, my lyrics leavin’ ‘em traumatised
They won’t come at me, they asked around it is not advised
This heat I’m spittin’ is leavin’ enemies cauterised
I’m with the savages, scavengers just ain’t havin’ this
Rappers rap with accents let’s check the cost of the damages
Generic whack rappers, but try and act as the catalyst
Rap attack a beat while I’m snackin’ packin’ my cannabis, I’m
Not this violent I’m usually actin’ gentle
I think the coke and eccy’s is havin’ me actin’ mental
I crack and snap a pencil, and go out and crash a rental
I’m fuckin’ smackers lad, i could probably rap to metal
I’ll smack a pilot’s dentals, snap, trash his credentials
Fly the plane through towers and make it look accidental
I’m disrespectful, my lyrics like racism
Couldn’t play with ‘em
I’ll spit on that lyrical plagiarism
Tell me why the fuck i would get on a tape with ‘em
While I’m over here, turnin’ these beats into rape victims
My fans will be a cult and we’ll march like faggot pride
‘Til the passion dies, and there’s no more buildings to sacrifice
This song is my battle cry
Lock me up for murder on this instrumental due to the lack of alibi
Man this whole scene is a shambles
Someone like myself, needs to come and run with a gamble
Be the cause of another scandal
But i thrive in controversy
My words will hurt you, but yours, never could hurt me
I’m the cause of adversity
Man i’ll kill these fuckin’ phonies
These cunts oughta be joking
Copy every artist thinkin’ that this shit oughta be rosy
I’m kickin’ these whack rappers
Jack will make an attack happen with a jack hammer
‘Til I’m givin’ ‘em back spasms
My filler bars would hurt ‘em
I went from kickin’ with virgins
To bein’ the one tellin’ them virgins stay determined
It’s a hard knock life
These cunts could easily be murdered
A spit and kick to the surface
Lack of purpose
Ain’t a version of me thats like that
You think that i fuck with these dumb fuckwits?
You call ya’ missus queen, i call her my cum-bucket
Tough luck that it’s with me that she want them sex on cocaine feels
These ain’t drills, no fake deals, now check which of ya’ mates real
And they ain’t real
With their fake chains and their fake grillz
They call me out, if I don’t get them, then fate will
These mumble rappers, they try attack us, they hate real
They tracks are borin’ I’m yawnin’ like watchin’ paint peel
I’m different, ‘cos i never been bummy but
They did it with past kings, now try label me a scummy cunt
Fucked her good, she came, and stained her mattress
I’m gone by mornin’, mind games like snakes and ladders, I’m at the
Mardi Gras, screamin’ homophobic slurs
I know I’m holy, but I won’t be goin’ home to go to church, na
These cunts see me, they tell me that i got hectic skills
You couldn’t trust me, i feed ya fuckin’ kids eccy pills
You’re actin’ like i need somethin’, but i don’t need nothin’
These rappers all generic to me, it is disgusting
I know my music bangers yous’ play it and got ya’ seats bumpin’
I cun in her mouth, that’s Colgate to a teeth brushin’
Fuck off
So they grabbed a pen, now they call themselves a rapper now
The passions lackin’ you see the lyrics you smacked it out
Your only hope is ya’ that whack, you’re attractin’ clout
What’s the point of this? Only in it to join the rich
You toy the kids, tell ‘em they the reason you join the biz’
I ain’t the type to come pussyfootin’ i lay it straight
You talk a lot, but you ain’t the type to come face to face
Im with ya girl and she loves the way that i say her name
We hit my place, she gets face-banged likе JFK
I’m from the streets and my word of speech is not formalised
Im disrespеctful, my lyrics leavin’ ‘em traumatised
They won’t come at me, they asked around it is not advised
This heat I’m spittin’ is leavin’ enemies cauterised
I’m with the savages, scavengers just ain’t havin’ this
Rappers rap with accents let’s check the cost of the damages
Generic whack rappers, but try and act as the catalyst
Rap attack a beat while I’m snackin’ packin’ my cannabis, I’m
Not this violent I’m usually actin’ gentle
I think the coke and eccy’s is havin’ me actin’ mental
I crack and snap a pencil, and go out and crash a rental
I’m fuckin’ smackers lad, i could probably rap to metal
I’ll smack a pilot’s dentals, snap, trash his credentials
Fly the plane through towers and make it look accidental
I’m disrespectful, my lyrics like racism
Couldn’t play with ‘em
I’ll spit on that lyrical plagiarism
Tell me why the fuck i would get on a tape with ‘em
While I’m over here, turnin’ these beats into rape victims
My fans will be a cult and we’ll march like faggot pride
‘Til the passion dies, and there’s no more buildings to sacrifice
This song is my battle cry
Lock me up for murder on this instrumental due to the lack of alibi
Man this whole scene is a shambles
Someone like myself, needs to come and run with a gamble
Be the cause of another scandal
But i thrive in controversy
My words will hurt you, but yours, never could hurt me
I’m the cause of adversity
Man i’ll kill these fuckin’ phonies
These cunts oughta be joking
Copy every artist thinkin’ that this shit oughta be rosy
I’m kickin’ these whack rappers
Jack will make an attack happen with a jack hammer
‘Til I’m givin’ ‘em back spasms
My filler bars would hurt ‘em
I went from kickin’ with virgins
To bein’ the one tellin’ them virgins stay determined
It’s a hard knock life
These cunts could easily be murdered
A spit and kick to the surface
Lack of purpose
Ain’t a version of me thats like that
You think that i fuck with these dumb fuckwits?
You call ya’ missus queen, i call her my cum-bucket
Tough luck that it’s with me that she want them sex on cocaine feels
These ain’t drills, no fake deals, now check which of ya’ mates real
And they ain’t real
With their fake chains and their fake grillz
They call me out, if I don’t get them, then fate will
These mumble rappers, they try attack us, they hate real
They tracks are borin’ I’m yawnin’ like watchin’ paint peel
I’m different, ‘cos i never been bummy but
They did it with past kings, now try label me a scummy cunt
Fucked her good, she came, and stained her mattress
I’m gone by mornin’, mind games like snakes and ladders, I’m at the
Mardi Gras, screamin’ homophobic slurs
I know I’m holy, but I won’t be goin’ home to go to church, na
These cunts see me, they tell me that i got hectic skills
You couldn’t trust me, i feed ya fuckin’ kids eccy pills
You’re actin’ like i need somethin’, but i don’t need nothin’
These rappers all generic to me, it is disgusting
I know my music bangers yous’ play it and got ya’ seats bumpin’
I cun in her mouth, that’s Colgate to a teeth brushin’
Fuck off
( JARACI )
www.ChordsAZ.com