I like to spit on these pussies ‘fore I eat them. Man get these whack cocksuckers off stage
Where the fuck is Kanye when you need him? Snatch the mic from him, bitch I’mma let you finish in a minute, Yeah that rap was tight, But I’m ‘bout to spit the greatest verse of all time
So you might want to go back to the lab tonight and um, Scribble out them rhymes you were going to spit and start over from scratch and write new ones. But I’m afraid that it ain’t gonna make no difference when I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight. It’s an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump In the place all the way to the parking lot, fellow
Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd You can see the sparks from hot metal Cold-hearted from the day I Bogarted the game, I so started to rock fellow When I’m not even in my harshest You can still get roasted ‘cause Marsh is not mellow Til I’m toppling from the top I’m not going to stop I’m standing on my Monopoly board that means I’m on top of my game and it don’t stopTil my hip don’t hop anymore When you so good that you can’t say it Because it ain’t even cool for you to sound cocky anymore People just get sick cause you spit These fools can’t drool or dribble a drop anymore And you can never break my stride You never slow the momentum at any moment I’m about to blow You’ll never take my pride Killing the flow, slow venom and the opponent Is getting no mercy, mark my words Ain’t letting up, relentless I smell blood, I don’t give a fuck: keep giving them hell Where was you when I fell and needed help up?
You get no love
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