Chorus I dont waste time kickin rhymes about cheddar/ All i gotta say is fuck you i rhyme better/ I aint got no gators and i cant afford a leather All i gotta say is fuck you i rhyme better/ I bet u think those little raps u kickin is clever/ All i gotta say is fuck you i rhyme better/ While you’re pushin a lex, we roll in escorts and jettas/ All i gotta say is fuck you i rhyme better
V1 – SESSION The flows you all say shows you are gay / I put holes in ya body, and play flute when I blow you away / you know you are played, dude still think he king / but ya chic wrapped around my finger like pinky rings / doin kinky things, turnin her inside out / I doubt you cant last long enough to try out / thats how im layin chics, ya lady’ll get it / cause ya rhymes are like radio edits, you aint sayin shit! you playin wit a dude, rhymin hot, thumpin on you fools / only time I flop, is jumpin in a pool wit my arms open / trom smokin, the hash blaza / you dudes be all on my sax like Jazz players / but fuck you, I rhyme better, best design sweaters / and ya dime? get her as soon as I met her / Session align letters to cause damages / turn were you from into city of angels like Los Angeles.
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V2 – TONEDEFF Tone turns caked nig|gas to professional pie catchers/ High Action, I’m apt to put in more legwork than a thigh master I finally figured how you could die faster/ I’d number your days, but rather letter them instead, and then alphabetize backwards/ Flabbergasted at how I send these rhymes past ya/ You’re the MVP of the National Fuck-up League, and everyone in your squad’s a linebacker/ I’m trapped behind a padded fence, I’m that intense/ When all I see is skilless rappers fucking models with no fashion sense/ Braggarts get caught out there with popped fly’s/ Say you getting pussy… then your cat’s ass whistles when it walks by/ You’re looking to spot an embarrassing weakness?/ Well, you inherited sweetness, yo, they called your cross-dressing father a tootsie-pop/ ^ Son, I’m, son-ing you, son, and what not/ Hot as the sun’s son, son – avoiding all baby mama drama with Son block/ You stood at the bus stop with your Barbie lunchbox/ And now, you invented the remix? Well, I invented the cumshot.
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V3 – PACK FM Yeah yeah, I got cheddar, But I aint gotta rap about it/ I just knock a nigga out with, Rhymes thats shockin like an open outlet/ Fuck who got the doper outfit, Snatch you out of your surroundings/ We could battle for a thousand, What the fuck you know about this? Rhyme better, gooder, bestest greatest, With the newest, freshest latest/ Who can you impess with gators? Timbs are used for stomping craters/ In the chest of haters, Lexus, Benz and Escalad-ers/ Got you thinkin you’re a player, Like the Giants, Jets and Raiders/ You’re a spectator! I got nothing left to say to cats/ Who’re gassed about the latest fashion trends, They’ll be the first to lose and last to win/ And if you didnt know, the name is PackFM/ Dont cross the line, if you expect to shine/ You cant come close to mine.
V3B – SUBSTANTIAL I came here to whip ass and chew bubble gum / And I’m all out of bubblicious so yall in trouble snitches / For yall a bunch of stitches til yall get dumped in ditches / Now there’s no tomorrow cock smoker sanunara / So hot make hell flames feel lukewarm / Burning alive the silly bastard that put you on / That’s like asking a virgin to do porn / You should be shot, stabbed, pissed and boo-booed on / Yo I write hooks better than your last 3 songs / Rhymes ghetto ass fat you got a baggy thong / Loud mouths I shut’em up wanna ride buckle up / Bitch smack your shit raps back to West Bubble Fuck / I’d write you an ill verse and you’d still fuck it up / Sun I’ve heard asthmatics with more breath control / Could care less if you’re plat or if your record’s gold / In a battle better pray God protect your soul / ‘Cause when I bust your shit best believe it’s undeniable / This rap’s impact will leave a tank undriveable / Substantial aka the widowmaker / Lady middle breaker faithfully you haters better take a knee / If your crew was in the house there soon will be a vacancy / Sent your men packing in hiding like Bin Laden / You been lacking fuck yall we been doper / You were born ass you came out the womb bent over!
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