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I hear motherfuckers saying they nicer
Ok you know that’s some fucking bullshit
You need to just ahhh fucking retire/
You tried to strike back but you don't got an empire/
And you ain't nice you just a dumb motherfucker
That thinks he can write/
You getting old in age/
Talk about delivery the only one you got
Is the truck on your page/
See I do them real geezy
I kill em with first line I murder them with the second one/
By the third one I play deadbeat dad and forget about son/
So don't even act like metaphors
Your lyrics can even come close/
You’re comedy central and this your roast/
I ain’t worried about the chicken that couldn’t get across the road/
You’s a gay nigga you stay chasing rainbows/
Like a leprechaun the only difference is though/
There is no pots of gold/
You’s just a broke nigga still waiting
On that bread truck too fucking show up
And it ain't going to happen/
And if it does you’ll be unpacking/It/
Making sure I got enough bread to make my sandwich/
I got an obsession like that bad Santa kid/
You know do you “want any sandwiches?”/
Only if it's chickenandbacon/
I am still trying to figure out what fuck you was thinking/
And since you like jewels I decided to a just get a present for you
It's a chain now lets take a walk in the park/
Like the bitch you are/
And yes HR (homerecording.com) was dead before they heard my lyrics/
I guess I am gospel now the way I fucking raise spirits/
I am tired of you claiming I am a wannabe gangsta
Cause I don't rap about firearms/
If I did I’ll do you like website
Put the dot on your forehead and now remain calm/com/
But you probably didn't get it/
But I ain't got no time to fucking re-spit it/
Rhymes on paper I know fucking scribble it/
Judging by your last track you can't be serious/
You fed off my verse so much I am anorexic/
But listen clown we can go pound for pound/
But you'll when by default cause you weigh like a ton/
And tell that R&B singer shut the fuck up
Before I rip out his tongue and punch him in lungs
And I don’t want to have to T-pain a nigga
http://soundclick.com/share?songid=6832285
I hear motherfuckers saying they nicer
Ok you know that’s some fucking bullshit
You need to just ahhh fucking retire/
You tried to strike back but you don't got an empire/
And you ain't nice you just a dumb motherfucker
That thinks he can write/
You getting old in age/
Talk about delivery the only one you got
Is the truck on your page/
See I do them real geezy
I kill em with first line I murder them with the second one/
By the third one I play deadbeat dad and forget about son/
So don't even act like metaphors
Your lyrics can even come close/
You’re comedy central and this your roast/
I ain’t worried about the chicken that couldn’t get across the road/
You’s a gay nigga you stay chasing rainbows/
Like a leprechaun the only difference is though/
There is no pots of gold/
You’s just a broke nigga still waiting
On that bread truck too fucking show up
And it ain't going to happen/
And if it does you’ll be unpacking/It/
Making sure I got enough bread to make my sandwich/
I got an obsession like that bad Santa kid/
You know do you “want any sandwiches?”/
Only if it's chickenandbacon/
I am still trying to figure out what fuck you was thinking/
And since you like jewels I decided to a just get a present for you
It's a chain now lets take a walk in the park/
Like the bitch you are/
And yes HR (homerecording.com) was dead before they heard my lyrics/
I guess I am gospel now the way I fucking raise spirits/
I am tired of you claiming I am a wannabe gangsta
Cause I don't rap about firearms/
If I did I’ll do you like website
Put the dot on your forehead and now remain calm/com/
But you probably didn't get it/
But I ain't got no time to fucking re-spit it/
Rhymes on paper I know fucking scribble it/
Judging by your last track you can't be serious/
You fed off my verse so much I am anorexic/
But listen clown we can go pound for pound/
But you'll when by default cause you weigh like a ton/
And tell that R&B singer shut the fuck up
Before I rip out his tongue and punch him in lungs
And I don’t want to have to T-pain a nigga