goofiestofalltime_18:27

Yo, nigga, You barely beat me on a freestyle, And i don’t even freestyle, Compared to me, You’re knee high, You need to realise, This is your defeat twice, But look at the bright side The beat nice Cos I’m about to give you a shakedown, So, bad, These guys that live for rap, Won’t bother with a breakdown, Even KING will say, What’s the fucking point, mate, When the Lamb has literally swayed the entire main crowd This round’ll be foggy and over ya head, Just like some rain clouds, And I’ma take out these leftovers, I left with from the steakhouse This round two, But you gonna feel like i put in you about eight rounds, Cos you played around, And sprayed wild Damn ape child, People tell you that you good but they don’t mean it, It’s all lies, Like some fake smiles, Alarm in ya head is flashing red, Like some break lights, I’ll take those ideas out ya head, The way i break lights And take mics, From guys who try too hard, Try and write some bars, I’m five stars, Check my rate, guy This lame brain, Chasing fame, Is tryna make some waves, When the only wave he needs to make, Is a wave bye That guy that ya had a tight battle with, On the app last night, Well, this ain’t the same guy, But this the same fight, And while ya watching for my left haymaker, You bouta be surprised, Dang right You treat this like a game, boy/gameboy, The way ya play the game, guy, I’m an N64, The way I make the game rise That bar is for all my 90s babies, This guy probably grew up, Without playing a game of Goldeneye, Or Sega We sat waiting for the Ninja Turtles, Everyday was Power Rangers, He grew up binging stupid youtube videos, What an hour wasted, You bouta face reality, Ya basic bitch Listen to what i say guy, And realise, We ain’t the same type Y’all needa tell this boy tryna sprout his wings, He can’t fly, I laugh at weakness, And shatter dreams, To waste time, I only did the track from eight mile, Cos the white dude is gonna school you, And then you won’t have nothing to say, guy, Like history history is repeating itself, It’ll be me with the win, And then this dweeb will get an L Gonna be a hard fight, Ya so far behind, It’s like ya can’t even pass the start line, While i’ve already finished the race twice I’m bouta clock out, I kill time, Feel my lines across ya face, Like a steel knife I’ll tie your esophagus into place, Bill Nye, You ain’t gangster, Stop tryna compensate, And go back to real life Load up these rounds and draw, But the only time i’d ever draw a round/around on you, Is a chalk line, You don’t even talk the talk, So, I’ma walk by, You chose the wrong guy, bro, Next time, Just don’t try