It's May 23, 2024, 03:25:42 AM
God damn this burrito mexican think he knows everything about the west/no rapper that you dickride for give a fuck about you regardless/now you depressed like a bitch when you found out the truth after you got raped by your rappers in your "clit"/with my lyrics i'll make your head screw on straight/cuz the rhyme that you spit is amature, below average shit/and mine always comes correct/so its time for you to explode and not resurrect/since nobody never gave a fuck about ya/and the police don't even have to investigate who killed ya/since your life isn't even worth it/so fuck bakersfield faggot/you think me and you are two reciprocals/when i'm one of a kind and your just a minimal/when i'm spitting this lyrical performing in your funeral/trying to fuck with me, the robert frost mix with Pablo Piccaso/now watch me go to work/on the M-I-C, i'll blow you away like flute/cuz you know deep inside i'm the general that you want to salute/perfecting my artform in a MEXICAN COMMUNITY platform/and not to mention you should've never been born/like garbage, you worthless/so techincally you deserve this/since you "THOUGHT" you could fuck with me but like "de niro" i'm "FLAWLESS"/cuz every fucking time i crush you like a maggot/i know you fruity like a mexican faggot/bigfake a bitch that can't last more than a mentally disabled/like your mother i'm too much to handle/the bitches pussy melting from my dick like a candle/i'm know you know this is only the first phase from this so-called confrontation leading into simple me "tyson" KO'ing you "amature" altercation/my elevation/make MEXICAN HORNY BITCHES come to me for satisfaction/since snoop is a snitch now you wanting to be fucking informants/its so relevant/fronting like you know hip-hop but don't even know the elements and the fundamentals/just another fake groupie ass indiviudual/i say it again we ain't created equal/a fake a joke like you claiming C-R-I-P throwing blue flags for your lover/ think you clever/but your mother will be in sorrows cuz of the DEAD BODY that they will deliever/and fuck a rest in peace/see all yall west coast dicklickers decrease/and a hip-hop unity is what we need to increase/all yall fake hip-hop heads are all the same/ but never feeling ashmed/thank you got knowledge after a surf through the net/but i play fake wannabes like you with a clarinet/you and a hooker/both got something in common, similar, familiar/both of yall are sellouts/this shit is beyond reasonable doubt/so reveal yourself, the long hidden tennybopper/behind the scenes dicksucker/admit it bitch i know i'm your inspiration/so have some dedication/and stop talking shit through a computer screen since demonstration is stronger than conversation/
oh boy never that