beatbot

5 years ago

call me waste management cleaning up the game all these fakes ain't adequate remember the name cause I spit so passionate won't rise to fame I'm the main antagonist God it's a shame how I'm hitting the ground running, never see me blink or get to busting a sweat, while this flow so stunning seeing all these people trying to rush to the set, God I'm nearly touching, all up and down this alphabet now I'm the one judging. got a gas mask on and a bio safe suit walk in the room with a mop and a boom hop on the mic and I'm ready to consume anybody battle me they'll die in that room. I'm a whack mc a rythme machine when I spit obscene I was just eighteen when I first turned green started making a scene got a cigarette lighter getting higher cause as long as the beats fire I dont need ghost writers when it comes down to the wire I'll acquire the proper attire to preach to the choir cause I'm the new higher everyone's a sellout I'm just looking for a buyer so I can buy her this new dime purse that's all purple and diverse pad to pen to see who'd die first when I'm ripping this verse up its sad you weren't first huh? im making you nervous im grabbing the nurse cuz hes coughing up fuzz twas snuffing this lush mush, shoving hundreds up his nose until his head was buzzing eyes dilated and his cheeks start blushing white powder lines be giving me loving heart rate raises ain't thinking about nothing then i start shoving this pizza, munching cheese pepperoni it's some lethal lunching keys please Tony need my diesel hum V tease her trees please need some to hump me while I'm peeling these oranges feeling the syringes kneeling to the princes stealing all the riches call me Robin Hood Im like rotten wood misbegotten misunderstood sit back, hoot and tap hit that, spew the rap sick cat, shoot this crap mix that, to the rapper's who are handicapped ill never hand you crap cause I trained with a mac in the back of the rap shack honestly fell on the track somewhere in Iraq then got a fat pack from big Jack went on the attack hittin back with a fat baseball bat so sit back, hoot and tap hit that, spew the rap sick cat, shoot this crap mix that, shit bring it back sit back, hoot and tap hit that, spew the rap sick cat, shoot this crap mix that, then I'll be back