It's April 28, 2024, 09:18:07 PM
Nigga, if some of them lines was to me, you buggin'Wrote in a big font, and still said little to almost nuthin'Your shit is so damn wack, it's almost that funnyDon't claim hip hop, when u gettin' hopped on by bunniesNigga don't come at me, pretending you saluted by streetsYou ain't a mc, u'd jump on a record and pollute the beatRecycled lines, recycled rhymes, we just gon trash itCuz ain't nobody wanna hear a rapper wit a overseas accentIt's embarssing, I wouldn't even put your ass on a hook like live baitFagget ass I'ma just murder u, and ur gay raps, won't even let u die straightU just a shame to men across the globe, being somethang u short ofCuz you living ghetto life? Nigga that's not even a life u livin' 'sort of'Was you drunk writing this? Cuz it sounded as if u had rum on hand Like seamon on a nigga, first words that popped in my head was 'come on man'I give you propz for being crowardless, but your spit was powerlessCome back when you good and ready to fight, becuz I just devoured this