jaysin27

boombap 101

jaysin27
boombap 101

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10 Jun 2022

Alright this rapping shit is easier than beating up a teenager If you think that your bars are cold then trust me you'd be freezing here It's me against the world and the beating will be so severe you think the year was 2012 and it really was a meteor pedal to the metal I've had several accidental beers temperamental rebel with the devil nestled in my ear sentimental fellow I wrestle with my potential till the intercontinental bet like mine like go the champ is here I'm Seth Rollins I'm Dwayne Johnson I'm Steve Austin the best rocking so keep talking you press pause when the games hard and you need options I flex often you lame awkward you geeks awful me solid as a statue in a bulletproof vest inside of plexiglass encasement full of hardened cement wrapped in carbon fiber armor locked inside of a chest kept in a confidential area with barbed wire fence yo I'm lit flames from gasoline free with a lighter reaching maximum capacity can't be any tighter hold your grandson for ransom the family hella frightened put his face in a magazine with a reward if you find him super savage I'll laugh when your Uber crash and I'll smash your computer after and dash to a school classroom and act like a student vandal and scratch up the tudors mazda when they ask if I knew what happened I'll jack a suzuki wagon put a rag in the fuel tank and watch the fireworks like fourth of july I'm like lightning in a bottle or a sorcerer's eyes rappers hating on me lately just bored of their lives and chasing clout on borrowed time but I'm the owner of mine born to survive y'all were built with older designs it's too late for an update your papers ordered and signed I'm sorry your motor isn't performing like mine I know it's morbid I look forward to the moment it dies that's not important though these rappers are my sons I'm running orphan homes I force-feed 'em poison porridge shutting down their organs slow I'm always going glory hole that's balls to the walls you know how the story goes don't talk to the cops If they corner you and force you then I do not recall That's got a lot in common with the way I feel 'bout your songs they're forgettable like I smoked a blunt and followed it with edibles then popped a bunch of ecstasy while hammered at a festival then fell asleep and woke up wearing nothing deep in Mexico and then you ask me if I heard your music type forgettable I'm incredible pat me on the back they think cause I got face tattoos I probably couldn't rap I ain't Lil Yatchy or Tekashi, Uzi or Xan I'm smarter than I look if you're too stupid to ask

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Alright this rapping shit is easier than beating up a teenager If you think that your bars are cold then trust me you'd be freezing here It's me against the world and the beating will be so severe you think the year was 2012 and it really was a meteor pedal to the metal I've had several accidental beers temperamental rebel with the devil nestled in my ear sentimental fellow I wrestle with my potential till the intercontinental bet like mine like go the champ is here I'm Seth Rollins I'm Dwayne Johnson I'm Steve Austin the best rocking so keep talking you press pause when the games hard and you need options I flex often you lame awkward you geeks awful me solid as a statue in a bulletproof vest inside of plexiglass encasement full of hardened cement wrapped in carbon fiber armor locked inside of a chest kept in a confidential area with barbed wire fence yo I'm lit flames from gasoline free with a lighter reaching maximum capacity can't be any tighter hold your grandson for ransom the family hella frightened put his face in a magazine with a reward if you find him super savage I'll laugh when your Uber crash and I'll smash your computer after and dash to a school classroom and act like a student vandal and scratch up the tudors mazda when they ask if I knew what happened I'll jack a suzuki wagon put a rag in the fuel tank and watch the fireworks like fourth of july I'm like lightning in a bottle or a sorcerer's eyes rappers hating on me lately just bored of their lives and chasing clout on borrowed time but I'm the owner of mine born to survive y'all were built with older designs it's too late for an update your papers ordered and signed I'm sorry your motor isn't performing like mine I know it's morbid I look forward to the moment it dies that's not important though these rappers are my sons I'm running orphan homes I force-feed 'em poison porridge shutting down their organs slow I'm always going glory hole that's balls to the walls you know how the story goes don't talk to the cops If they corner you and force you then I do not recall That's got a lot in common with the way I feel 'bout your songs they're forgettable like I smoked a blunt and followed it with edibles then popped a bunch of ecstasy while hammered at a festival then fell asleep and woke up wearing nothing deep in Mexico and then you ask me if I heard your music type forgettable I'm incredible pat me on the back they think cause I got face tattoos I probably couldn't rap I ain't Lil Yatchy or Tekashi, Uzi or Xan I'm smarter than I look if you're too stupid to ask

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