Fatty Roosta

L This D

Fatty Roosta
L This D

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03 Sep 2020

Yo, Elli$D, that's a cute lil pun But as far as lyrical allusions Bitch, ya got none So back the fuck up cuz I'll get in dat ass I'll crush you hard like A hydraulic press on a glass Dontcha fuck wit me nigga Ya body'll be in the dirt When I'm thru wit yo ass  they'll be a new definition ta 'hurt' So shut ya bitch ass mouth cuz ya ain't worth a shit Had ya ballroom dancer at my crib  hangin off a mah dick I'm as hard as they come  fierce as a fuckin piranha OG rap game, n I aint livin wit momma Thinkin yo a fuckin lyrical surgeon  Wit the linguistic skills Of a fuckin sea urchin  I rep it hard from the streets  N I scrapped in the slums But I made a kingdom  yo raggedy ass still a bum Scramblin' for cash  but ya can't even grab it Just gotta handful a dick  cuz you a fuckin faggot Cravin it hard N ya can't even fight it You'd be my cell bitch  'Cept you would probably like it  So step off my shit  Before ya get broke I aint need no gat,  I'd snatch ya neck a choke Bitch you so soft I'd put ya ta sleep wit a poke N make you my Dutch nigga,  Fuckin rolled up and smoked Ya flow be like a retarded auctioneer My flow be raw  like a motha fuckin knife in ya ear So don't be salty cuz my game is superior Cuz I'll rip out ya guts  and reorganize the interior For me this rap game is easy,  I wrote this shit in an hour But you sweatin hearin my lyrics  and ya dirty ass needs a shower Actin all hood  when you should be yellin 'white power'  Opressin my people since ya stepped off the mayflower Now you frontin all tough As if I wouldnt fight you  Nigga I'd paralyze yo ass and wipe it just ta spite you Coffee and Sativa? Worst shit I eva heard Fatta beats be comin off flies around turds Lyrics that weak Personally disrespect me Shit, my ears were beggin me Ta get em a vasectomy Consider it a warnin N check on ya ego Cuz afta hearin' me spit Ya goin' from gangsta ta emo  N tha Spotify success?  Coordinated illusion Confidence in ya game? A fuckin delusion. Pack it up son, And find a new passion If this was ya day job You'd be beggin' for rations Now im cuttin this off I spent too much time on you Jus thank me lata For showin' ya a good rhyme or two

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4 years ago

Yo, Elli$D, that's a cute lil pun But as far as lyrical allusions Bitch, ya got none So back the fuck up cuz I'll get in dat ass I'll crush you hard like A hydraulic press on a glass Dontcha fuck wit me nigga Ya body'll be in the dirt When I'm thru wit yo ass  they'll be a new definition ta 'hurt' So shut ya bitch ass mouth cuz ya ain't worth a shit Had ya ballroom dancer at my crib  hangin off a mah dick I'm as hard as they come  fierce as a fuckin piranha OG rap game, n I aint livin wit momma Thinkin yo a fuckin lyrical surgeon  Wit the linguistic skills Of a fuckin sea urchin  I rep it hard from the streets  N I scrapped in the slums But I made a kingdom  yo raggedy ass still a bum Scramblin' for cash  but ya can't even grab it Just gotta handful a dick  cuz you a fuckin faggot Cravin it hard N ya can't even fight it You'd be my cell bitch  'Cept you would probably like it  So step off my shit  Before ya get broke I aint need no gat,  I'd snatch ya neck a choke Bitch you so soft I'd put ya ta sleep wit a poke N make you my Dutch nigga,  Fuckin rolled up and smoked Ya flow be like a retarded auctioneer My flow be raw  like a motha fuckin knife in ya ear So don't be salty cuz my game is superior Cuz I'll rip out ya guts  and reorganize the interior For me this rap game is easy,  I wrote this shit in an hour But you sweatin hearin my lyrics  and ya dirty ass needs a shower Actin all hood  when you should be yellin 'white power'  Opressin my people since ya stepped off the mayflower Now you frontin all tough As if I wouldnt fight you  Nigga I'd paralyze yo ass and wipe it just ta spite you Coffee and Sativa? Worst shit I eva heard Fatta beats be comin off flies around turds Lyrics that weak Personally disrespect me Shit, my ears were beggin me Ta get em a vasectomy Consider it a warnin N check on ya ego Cuz afta hearin' me spit Ya goin' from gangsta ta emo  N tha Spotify success?  Coordinated illusion Confidence in ya game? A fuckin delusion. Pack it up son, And find a new passion If this was ya day job You'd be beggin' for rations Now im cuttin this off I spent too much time on you Jus thank me lata For showin' ya a good rhyme or two

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