Simple beat (15:52)

You Cant get a girl out on streets,Man you fugly!! Fucking Ugly as Fuck,not a girl in this world will Go with you,Coz you even look like a girl, Out on hes feet,is there a girl out there what will be he girlfriend Of a penniless holey clothed dirty face n stench is of distaste its a desgrace,have u even heard of toothpaste,now i aint got time to waste especially on a waste,now jog on the,Wait,What,What boom bap doom bop,beep bop,beep beep,go home with ya Grandmawho he gets to beat he's meat a granny jacking of a jackass,just another pussy fart straight up il skull fuck your shi t right up,Now goodnight buttercup just Shut the fuc k up coz I'm look you up just fuck you and your fams plan man,to ahead test man then,so I can go <{Ham i go from chilled mode to venomouly murderously murdering you with verses cursed killer words real or verbally it will be finishedof honestly honest its a promise,you're family wont be living a peaceful happy pain free life,Now you've entered my life in In your lifeFlipping a coin hit or miss a miss that's the mystery for misery the wicked in me is definitely ready steadily reloaded the clip packed with lyrics my diary is spitting verses as quick not gonna stop on this hit armed with ammo fired off an artillery of missiles one man military this mercenary is perfectly murdering verses to burst with bars as sharp as bullets precision in a split decision within a millisecond for dissin on a mission this division is splittin bitches with switches so slick to strip the drum kits with timing so sick  it's next to its limits. Honour for Creators and Makers sorrow for the haters  fuck you fakers the desired decisions is to shred the opposition every rhythm is intentionally soaked with poison the noise i'm making is a true test to the best the satan in me is making statements to make you bleed so you see the Snake the cat the rat the dog i base my morals upon this song a person with meaning is connected to this one so strong in my thoughts that i can't stop til i reach the top the lost are behind me and i've gone god god god god stompin on the wanted list the match has struck for this to burn it to shit, little prick the wicked has lit me up to fuck it up, fuckin bitch don't think ya clever ya will never get any better pulled the Beretta  spraying with letters like the lyrics are from heaven Snakes haters snitches n bitches talking itchy trigger finger but funny you end up on the opposite side of this ringer  end up in a ditch holes s0o big a doctor cant stitch that's if you escape this dissin i'm spittin with wicked venom ready to shred em if needs be learn you not to poke the fire it's already blazing,get the haze in you and your crew don't faze me Hold up 1 min let me drop this shit on beat Im coasting rolling boasting floating Lyrical ghosts approaching it's amazing the feat to the beat  is hit with every lyric at every peak cruising strolling bruising, sculpting jumping on heads till it pulps  like orange pulp your skull turned mulch Rocking a pocket full of honesty, honestly i promise i'm not gonna stop as honesty is honest A promised promise is possibly what I can offer i don't bother to listen to the others. I'm full of rum ready to turn these fuckers into dust if it becomes a must then i must brush up with the rush of a buzz to start this back up, Bitch! -- RapStation 22