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L.G.Bitwique Sandwich
by Finx
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Now everybody knows that I'm the jam
Not a fucking gangsta, just a man
Trilingual stance, no japan
I ain't Eminem but call me stan
I don't introduce, no one new is watchin'
I'm on my early level suffice scratchin'
No spooks to latch on, I scare them with my shit
Distort that weak bass, no wonder crowd is sitting
Yeah stand up, this song ain't even that funny
Mumbling, stumbling, hungry for money
I had to write bars, to just repeat bars
Get a stack of paper, to be behind bars
I ain't no dumb bitch, I ain't dumb rich
I don't eat seafood, except for fish sticks
The girls ain't giving, the hoes ain't giving
No wonder boys nowadays ain't even living
Yeah like y'all feminists and all like
Can you all please stop whining about women's stuff because
I think you haven't seen boy suicide rates
Those numbers are trough the roof
Yeah I don't talk on telephone
I don't need a metronome
I am right now in my zone
Haven't taken any loans
I will never be alone
In my house, or at Rome
But random shit I ain't raping for
So what is what you're waiting for. What?
Hop in a four door, make a metaphor
Don't spoil me with the marvel lore
If you ghost me then you a whore
Make a love song ill cut you off
Sooner or later this song will end
Cut the wire, ill be dead
Ears will bleed, make some lean
And maybe grow some weed
But I'm not done
Now everybody knows that I'm the jam
Not a fucking gangsta, just a man
Trilingual stance, no japan
I ain't Eminem but call me stan
I don't introduce, no one new is watchin'
I'm on my early level suffice scratchin'
No spooks to latch on, I scare them with my shit
Distort that weak bass, no wonder crowd is sitting
Yeah stand up, this song ain't even that funny
Mumbling, stumbling, hungry for money
I had to write bars, to just repeat bars
Get a stack of paper, to be behind bars
I ain't no dumb bitch, I ain't dumb rich
I don't eat seafood, except for fish sticks
The girls ain't giving, the hoes ain't giving
No wonder boys nowadays ain't even living
Yeah like y'all feminists and all like
Can you all please stop whining about women's stuff because
I think you haven't seen boy suicide rates
Those numbers are trough the roof
Yeah I don't talk on telephone
I don't need a metronome
I am right now in my zone
Haven't taken any loans
I will never be alone
In my house, or at Rome
But random shit I ain't raping for
So what is what you're waiting for. What?
Hop in a four door, make a metaphor
Don't spoil me with the marvel lore
If you ghost me then you a whore
Make a love song ill cut you off
Sooner or later this song will end
Cut the wire, ill be dead
Ears will bleed, make some lean
And maybe grow some weed
But I'm not done
