YOU AINT THAT GOUDA

YOU AINT THAT GOUDA Slicin the chedda wasn’t that Gouda but I’ll sharpen my lyrics metaphorical knife but a literal life must be taken it’s yours only value you have is that of a common whore so 20 bucks a blow you stupid fuckin hoe don’t you fuckin know mastiff don’t play around comin up from the underground came a long way from writin poems on the play ground now ima play around and slice some cheese to put on my cracker unload on you I’m a lyrical packer You ain’t that Gouda jus earning that fake respect lying to ya crew that’s some disrespect sayin you got connections with record labels but you ain’t toppin no charts you just mocking the lyrical arts I can make more Miracle rhymes just takin a shit so take ya trailer trash bars and split just fuckin quit your not clever I sever an arm better then you sever your verse your the worst I could take over wreckless nine and do just fine you took over wreckless nine and remade it nine time Jesus fucking Christ I gotta battle my own mentor just to show him what a real lyrical underdog is nah I had it backwards I ain’t a underdog I’m an under god ruling the depths you don’t dare to touch You rhyme ass with ass and think you got class you ain’t nothin but a hill billy without copper wires I know that shit is brass stop sniffing that gas (oline) it’s giving you brain damage and brain damage on the mic don’t manage but somehow you’ve managed to lie your way into some naive onclave of dumb fuckery luckily I won’t have to bury you in one of my shrubberies So pucker up fucker duck before you gotta kiss my dick you better buckles up cause I’m on a war path you thinking your red neck mumble rap is better then lyrical mastery please faggot don’t make me laugh