the death of rec room

Shits broken awoken , licence revoken, you’re soaking poking, the roaches are giving you hoocies you’re the only person who still buys Gucci, fixing homo you ain’t no superhero you ain’t even frozone, you in a glass dome some allow others out on the stage their rhyme flow i only grow. Old school is life just watched eight mile, the ending gave me a smile but me getting better at rap took a while, you’re through is sore cus you still smoke bitch your mom is a whore and i shout a flick to your core. Another white rapper saying his thoughts behind the shadow of Eminem tho cus he’s the goat. AI is shit with lyrics it can’t say shit like fuck qoudropoligics Jesus delete this or I’ll bomb you like we in minesweeper you ain’t no gate keeper you ain’t ripping me you ain’t no reaper shit just quit bitch