[LYRICS] {INTRO}
So here we are again
Another cat speaking down on my name.
fuck it, it is what it is.
this is the life i signed up for.
Ha.
[VERSE ONE]
Punk probably gets his ass whipped as this lil faggot, massages, his dad's dick. Oh shit, i'm a bit inconsiderate, he may have been born, then delivered to the front door of an orphanage. Mother must've been poor, oh well just nother' broke whore. What's new in the world? Nother' day, nother' name engraved, on the face of a plain slate. I don't even gotta try, when I write a line of rhyme. Told you this was suicide and you would die, but you was like "That's fine, not like I gotta career on the line". Look in the mirror, guy you'll find a dead man and a bottle of Vic nearby. Goodbye you four eye, you've brought a knife to a sword fight. Bet you up all night playing Fortnite. As you lay awake, you cave into hunger pangs, like it's hard to stay away from the chocolate cake. Are you not ashamed? Nah, you just wanna shot at fame, huh?. shit if that's the case, Get in line mate, you could use a change of pace, gotta long way to go though, fore' you illuminate a fucking thing.
[VERSE TWO]
This is all a game, never for a second did I ever feel threatened, I am truly entertained. Stupid for you think, I had reason to be afraid, in the first place. Your brain is disarrayed in a strange state, and that's okay, what a great thing I can make a faggot think straight. i'm witty with my wordplay, knowing him this bitch'll clap back on a Thursday, maybe play sick, as a way to skip school. If I were you I wouldn't quit, little prick, better get, your head equipped with sense, quick. Crying like an infant, you might've been offended. I don't give a shit bitch, I call like it is, kid. i'ma make an inference, say your livin' in shit, like a motel, and rent isn't existent, long as your foster mom is bobbin' to this song a bit, it's an exemption. Get to pickin' a different career, as your stricken with fear. fricken little queer, this here's a mere warm up.
[VERSE THREE]
This is my craft, I'm devoted to the max. There's a lot left in me, I got longevity. You're Certainly confused on how to verbally abuse, somebody, I'm not even nodding my head to the beat. I'm definitely the better Emcee, by the way I'm half asleep. Slap a maxi pad on your nut sack, please. I heard you're recordings, they're horrid and boring, like fuck that's weak.
You ain't gotta flow of your own
It's all monotone, or stolen from the G.O.A.T.
So go the fuck home, if you have one. Sad little bitch, you want an encore after this? You knocking on the wrong door, sis. But I'm all for it
You're about to illuminate The human race? I love that you embrace this delusional state.
You didn't wanna listen
You the one that's tripping.
Now look
Your career just ended.
CREDITS:
INSTRUMENTAL: "Ric Flair Drip" by Offset & Metro Boomin
EDITING SOFTWARE: Movavi Video Editor 15 Plus
MIC USED: Blue Yeti USB (This guy wasn't worth paid pro studio time)
I recorded and mixed the record myself, and used LANDR to master it.
*** I ALSO MIXED THIS RECORD WITH MOVAVI VIDEO EDITOR***
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