That nigga walked in this bitch with a AK Got yo head spinning like Beyblade, mayday My meat grade A, yo weed, payday Bumboclaat bitch, nigga dripping like lady Mayday, these days nobody will fade me Nobody do how they say they Year of the cap, year of the lie Popping a cap, you cannot cry Nobody change, nobody try What else is new? Living for why? Living for who? Living to die, living to burn, living to fry Wait for your turn, open your eyes Infinite screams, infinite sighs I don't give fuck I don't give fuck about you, nigga I don't even know what you do, nigga Run up on you with the tool, nigga Fix him right up, go to school, nigga Act like a clown, you come off like a fool, nigga I'm in the pool with the clique and we cool Bigger man, bigger sack, nigga I'm in the back with ya bitch Red and black figure Lurk in the dark with the cracks, I'm in that fissure I pay attention, I am observant You don't get mentioned, make you my servant I am not underground Bitch, I've been breaking it Don't fuck with other sounds, niggas is faking it I don't wan' see what you doing Niggas is mad that they losing Every nigga I see that ain't doing enough Always post on the internet, they gon' be up So I stay on top of my shit Lil' bitch, I am glad I don't fit I am an Indian, I'm not a spic I am a Darkie, Cubensis a spic Didn't get to pick Not gonna cap, not gonna lie We can get down, we can get high Oh, I forgot mike is also a spic, that be my guy He has a dick, I have a dick on my waist too My girl got pussy, but she keeps some cake Ooh, what? You want a nigga to lie? Wendigo got the word freak ‘bove his thigh Solsa from under Bruhmane look like he could plunder without a blunder Uh, you You cannot keep up the pace Dillinger got the word sleep on his face Facts Shout-out my niggas that's eating Sit in my room and yell until my teeth grin I jack off into a chip bag Niggas too pussy to talk about dicks that are in they draws Fuck media, fuck laws Look at your self, look at your flaws Demons tapping into niggas with bars Female rappers yelling make me get hard Not gonna lie, not gonna front I hear you sigh, ho, what you want? I smell your cunt, bitch, and it stunk Just like a skunk Bring back punk, bring back rock Nobody talk, see what it done to the block? No one know they neighbors No one know who gave us everything that we got
This is how every rapper raps "Run up on my hip with a stick and I let that shit hit [Gibberish]" Insolence (Unacceptable) Rap differently Unacceptable Stop rapping the same way every song You rap the same way every songTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
