Little man

little timmy finna get smacked momma saids no snacks trying be a rapper you aint nothing but a trapper yo let me start off timmy quick go get dildos shove them up ya ass before momma comes home why ya wanna battle ya mad because ya cant get the dildo out ya ass? why come on battle me you cant rap certainly cant trap ya lyrics are trash my rap will destroy you throw ya around like a rag doll breaking news timmy quick is up a tree cant get out need the whole damn neighborhood is there cats saving you from trees enough messing around ice t dont mess around with punks like you dunk yo ass in the trash like im Stephen curry ya wanna see what i got i got lyrics and rhymes thats what the hell i got ya mad?? ya got off the mcdonalds shift late today thanks rommix little tommie searched how to be rapper on the intetnet he found battle me where the big boys hang out the true lyricist right in front of ya face tear ya ass up make ya a new one ya think rap is a joke? it can be if ya wanna be laughed at kid go downtown and become a clown for the circus thats where you belong little timmy dimmy sinny little tittie your like a little kittie better not kid around with me blast ya ass in half looking like a laffy taffy put sugar on ya and call ya a sweet bitch ya make me itch i aint rich or nothing just a white boy spitting lyrics spitting you out. light you up like a cigar. one day little timmy came home one day he was supposed to come at 7 but come at 10. instead thinking he was a bad ass got his ass tore up and sent to his room come one little timmy you can do better than this after this battle finna be famous ill claim it right now as everything you said show me what i got ill show ya what the hell i got!! ya look like darth vader with a tweety bird looking like deez bryant with dwayne in the backseat mary kay driving you look like a girl wanna make a wonder how ys ass got killed let me tell ya you like cat curiosity variety or you mixed together with it we all know imma win make ya head spin and din imma put you in a box shipp you to donald trumps sex dungeon and let him have his way with ya he gonna put his orange ass on ya while he feeds ya organge vanilla coke and orange Krispy organge chicken gonna be in the sir this is meant for laughes dont take this shit serious after this all of yall gonna be delirious come on little timmy write a little rhyme for me and ship it to me so i can laughed and wipe my ass with it and throw it in ya face and taste then imma leave you in that state looking like steve Urkel turn you around make you go vertical man my shit id lyrical goes so fast man its like a miracle i told ya dont fuck with me ill rip ya in half gonns be in s tombstone burials gonna be at ya funeral hope ya see there gonns be s smile on my face you aint a rapper stop trying you aint no mc