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Disposition_part2 (Demo)
by Empathy
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EMP
Mother, fuckers
Alright
I'm in this bitch consistent
You need time out like I'm babysittin'
How you finna play the pitcher?
Bitchin' ain't contribute shit
I put you plants up in my swisher
Continue the daze I'm in
Ya mama couldn't raise a winner
Reflecting the way you is
Aye, fucked off my face
Got a new album, they can't get a date
Like you was swiping and swiping on tinder
And tryna rekindle the loss of ya flame
I been the topic of all ya debate
She make it drop on the rappin' I made
Plug in the back and I'm clearing the cache
Fuck is you rapping?
Ya lyrics are lame, mate, aye
Backing it up for a king
Back of the bus with the bitches and green
Back and I'm rapping like I never left
But I went to another dimension on sesh, aye
Blood in the reticle, seein' red
'Cause the kid been a matador to ya bullshit
Gettin' her lit
Fuckin' with the kid from little bit of spliff, aye, bitch
I'm wasting time by getting stoned
I couldn't care about my motives
Go no marketin' incentive
I say "Cop my shit or don't, brah" (I don't give a fuck)
Cunts in the music biz ain't ya friends, they ya cobras
That's why I sit back, relax, they mad
I'm cruisin'
I don't need ya rules that limit how you make music
Experimental fuckery but the shit ain't confusing
Give a fuck, like what a buck? I spit so I don't lose it
Abusing myself enough, I think it's time to make use of it
He back with these batches of crack you snap off the Pyrex
I'm talkin' 'bout this rappin', should get a bonus of daps 'cause I ain't died yet
Go ahead and dissect it
Still ain't connected that I'm the fuckin' best captain
I'm reckless
Don't try and check me with ambition
Fuck a uni course, just listen
Mama raised a lil' spitter
Lil' sinner for the shit of it
You need ya future layed out with an education
I got 'em gathered hearing thoughts of mine like shit's a congregation
I been impatiently waiting, now I'm taking this shit
Whether I got gave it
Or created a simulation, put it in all of ya fuckin brains and
Made it so every cunt couldn't doubt that Empathy been the greatest belated
Motherfucker
EMP
Mother, fuckers
Alright
I'm in this bitch consistent
You need time out like I'm babysittin'
How you finna play the pitcher?
Bitchin' ain't contribute shit
I put you plants up in my swisher
Continue the daze I'm in
Ya mama couldn't raise a winner
Reflecting the way you is
Aye, fucked off my face
Got a new album, they can't get a date
Like you was swiping and swiping on tinder
And tryna rekindle the loss of ya flame
I been the topic of all ya debate
She make it drop on the rappin' I made
Plug in the back and I'm clearing the cache
Fuck is you rapping?
Ya lyrics are lame, mate, aye
Backing it up for a king
Back of the bus with the bitches and green
Back and I'm rapping like I never left
But I went to another dimension on sesh, aye
Blood in the reticle, seein' red
'Cause the kid been a matador to ya bullshit
Gettin' her lit
Fuckin' with the kid from little bit of spliff, aye, bitch
I'm wasting time by getting stoned
I couldn't care about my motives
Go no marketin' incentive
I say "Cop my shit or don't, brah" (I don't give a fuck)
Cunts in the music biz ain't ya friends, they ya cobras
That's why I sit back, relax, they mad
I'm cruisin'
I don't need ya rules that limit how you make music
Experimental fuckery but the shit ain't confusing
Give a fuck, like what a buck? I spit so I don't lose it
Abusing myself enough, I think it's time to make use of it
He back with these batches of crack you snap off the Pyrex
I'm talkin' 'bout this rappin', should get a bonus of daps 'cause I ain't died yet
Go ahead and dissect it
Still ain't connected that I'm the fuckin' best captain
I'm reckless
Don't try and check me with ambition
Fuck a uni course, just listen
Mama raised a lil' spitter
Lil' sinner for the shit of it
You need ya future layed out with an education
I got 'em gathered hearing thoughts of mine like shit's a congregation
I been impatiently waiting, now I'm taking this shit
Whether I got gave it
Or created a simulation, put it in all of ya fuckin brains and
Made it so every cunt couldn't doubt that Empathy been the greatest belated
Motherfucker
