Appetite
Beep Boop
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An entrance, incomplete sentence Sentenced to a pendence of my career to prevent us From going too hard on these veterans With tremendous sweat runs carrying ten tons of cement trucks Endless rhymes, my thoughts are scattered Laughing, hahaha, smiling is taxing On my poor soul, matching with my rapping I've had it with being so genre-nomadic Matching me, not happening, Savage in the tracks again Fair, cuz good rapping is in rationing, got em bitch Cashin' in these checks, that are less than fifty cents Dammit I might just regret where and how this business went But I'm rapping so tight, Shaq on the mic, when I spit the mist in your eyes you're lacking in sight I'm matching that style, when I hear "who's real" I'm standing so high Your writer is the Casper-type: you sit on your arse, then charge him What happened to my appetite: a hungry emcee and a starving artist Wack, my appetite can't enlight these talentless and crap Little rappers: came from broken wrappers that their parents had Yeah I'm getting handies, I can tell you're jealous: lend a hand They don't trust you when you tell 'em that this fella's hella wack My appetite can't enlight these talentless and crap Little rappers: came from broken wrappers that their parents had Yeah I'm getting handies, I can tell you're jealous: lend a hand They don't trust you when you tell 'em that this fella's hella wack Sorry if I rhyme multisyllabic That is just my built-in mechanics, hey bro are feeling the savage Bars that are hard to catch, if I'm in a building I do automatic We gettin' quick, bitch eat seven dicks, he's hella sick: you need a prophylactic Listen to my rap catalogue, check my stats: maxing all I'm so cold and fly, vocalize like Rachmaninov Oh shit, I'm vile when I put on oversized boxing gloves and bust your lip And at the trial laughing like: well, the glove don't fit, so you must acquit F*ck OJ, I like apple better You better obey, alright time to end it I can say words with zero coherence As long as it rhymes, I'm the hero you're hearing Yeah, the suits are acting like some looming entities Wanna know how to be pro: do it, then repeat It's about the art man, and the loudest bars, damn When I blow up, they will kiss my arse like human centipede I'm rad with this shit, you have to admit Battle any rapper plenty, they laughing until they catching a hit Bash em with bricks, I don't need to do it rapid or quick Just relaxing, passing the time lying in maybe a hammock with sheets Game genies and luck don't give a f*ck when battling this genius I may be lacking in hits, but you were born by a bastard and bitch Attacking elites, get 'em ravaged to bits, crashing the twins Ceremony master on beats, killing every cypher Randolph Saevedj is in Inhale They wetter than when I finger females Saying you got drip, I say: bitch, where When I'm writing I put the paper in flames Like the rhymes I spit, they are kinda lit "But, you rhyme like shit, yeah you might just quit" Well, stay quiet bitch, I'm on Orion's Belt I'm on that Mayan shit, no one is tieing this Wack, my appetite can't enlight these talentless and crap Little rappers: came from broken wrappers that their parents had Yeah I'm getting handies, I can tell you're jealous: lend a hand They don't trust you when you tell 'em that this fella's hella wack My appetite can't enlight these talentless and crap Little rappers: came from broken wrappers that their parents had Yeah I'm getting handies, I can tell you're jealous: lend a hand They don't trust you when you tell 'em that this fella's hella wack I'm ready for some action: I got lube and all But, the truth is I'm just jacking off my voodoo doll They're just buzzing on my woody, like some animals He's eating all these ladies' pussies, but can he ball Sure, I shoot shots like I'm from Columbine High School I might do some fancy tricks to entice you But, you're looking like a model with a matching IQ I don't see no profit if I ain't going inside you Going personal, you dirty cunt Tell that perverted f*ck, I'm busy: bursting drums Who's first in front, against this retard that ain't even merciful If you wanna spit, well go ahead and learn this song Line surgeon of urban persons for certain You see me succeed, and that makes you off the urine Avoiding the burden of watching closing curtains But, I'm the winner, I consider this verse done Wack, my appetite can't enlight these talentless and crap Little rappers: came from broken wrappers that their parents had Yeah I'm getting handies, I can tell you're jealous: lend a hand They don't trust you when you tell 'em that this fella's hella wack My appetite can't enlight these talentless and crap Little rappers: came from broken wrappers that their parents had Yeah I'm getting handies, I can tell you're jealous: lend a hand They don't trust you when you tell 'em that this fella's hella wack
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