My names Dylan I'm only eleven But I have a bad impression Cos of my aggresion This rap game is about expression It can cause depression Its like my profession But as I said im just a kid So they think I can't spit bars But still when I get on the mic I rip it up Rip it up rip it up When I get on the mic I rip it up I rip it up rip it up If my bullies could see me now They wouldn't call my skull thick Or call me a dick They copy my flow I be grinding everyday So I can earn some dough You got the rhyme skills of an egg yolk When I say ay you better yo One day I'll be doing shows and be going pro Man you should've got low My fame will grow and grow Jake Paul, your a fraud and ya mom's a hoe Ya brother films dead bodies And ya dad's a perv He probably gives kids lollies I guess he thinks 15 Yr olds are hotties If you think that your careers worth the work Then your going berserk When you drop a song people snicker and smirk Unlike you bitch when I get on the mic I rip it up, rip it up, rip it up When I get on the mic When I get on the mic Ya I rip it up Ha ha