Rip the track(feedback needed)
the bars are long cuz I spit this song really fast when I recorded it! Enjoy
Verse 1:
I spit fast shit It’s like I own a sex shop cuz you’ll get ya ass whipped
fantastic makin changes that are drastic stretchin necks like Elastic
there’s not much that I comprehend in school I know how to bend the rules
and I’m just fed up ready to shred up fuckin goofs that pretend their cool
Even though I’m spittin fast I’m still makin sense sendin messages quickly
I don’t got cancer but I spit sickly teachin punk ass kids lessons strictly
Bitch lick me I’m picky so you can imagin my girls bein first class
Chillin wit the tightest chicks then Send a girl for you wit the worst ass
It’s crazy the way I get on a track and make it work lyrically break ya jerk
Then Imagine I’m busta rhymes cuz when I send lines I make it hurt
If every battle I won was a fight then I’d have busted knuckles
I must be related to ‘the game” fuck Metal gear I’m crushin buckles
wit more numbers of friends than in math equations uryone wants a relation
Smash you and have you “seein stars” able to identify consellations
It’s as if I’m mechanic spittin faster than twista I’m a motormouth
I’ve been Listenen to myself so much lately shit I got a boner now
It’s like I live at the peak of a mountain cuz I’m fuckin above most
I like the French wit sticky fingatips I aint bein sexual I love toast
Ya see I don’t gotta warn you not to push me I’ll chop off ya arms
I was a miracle born in a barn Witta dick that’s long like yarn
I’m so high above ya’ll that’s how you know I’m a star
Also I’m bright you wanna fight you’d get beat by my Aunt Dar
When I battle kids they stumble uhh…. this bitch is whack
This fuckin beat ain’t even that good but still I rip the track
CHORUS:
Aight let’s stick to facts Urytime I get on the beat like a MP3 I rip the track
Most of yall fuckin “MC’s” are smooth and Candy coated dipped in wax
I also rip the competitor on fuckin Nero Wave Editor I’m the audio predator
Call me conceited or whatever I don’t think I’m the best I’m just better
Verse 2:
I wanna get head lots I’m a yellin fightin lil jon witout dread locks
Leave you on the ground like a dead fox you eat early get fed shots
This is only the second verse but I’ve expressed a whole months worth
Never alone so whenever you look you always see more than one smirk
Yeah I fight but I ain’t one to beef fuck around I’ll put a gun in ya teeth
Sure you jog around the hood but I’m the one who’s runnin the streets
I’m an immature ma fucker humorous you need a hand bitch?
I’ll cave in ya chest make you tiny who needs a subway sandwich
Got a weird back, shifty I’m sick of bein broke can’t wait till sixteen
Eatin so many dickriders you may mistake me for a dick phein
When I was in the 8th grade my dope rap book got took away
The prick drove me home That stupid Vice principal was shook and gay
All that dilemma just made me keep at it now I’m a rappin phenatic
So fuck Mcphaul and all those losers at Monty I’ve straight had it
See a lotta fast rappers spitfast but nothing get’s understood
But my shit fucks you up and heard out loud like thunder would
That last album’s behind like a fable looking to be signed to my label
Well fuck you I fly solo unlike a bird haha don’t mind I’m just able
To do it on my own as if I had a detachable dick but that’s a lil sick
It’s so funny the way I make ya’ll disappear like a magical trick
Aight let’s stick to facts Urytime I get on the beat like a MP3 I rip the track
Most of yall fuckin “MC’s” are smooth and Candy coated dipped in wax
I also rip the competitor on fuckin Nero Wave Editor I’m the audio predator
Call me conceited or whatever I don’t think I’m the best I’m just better
Verse 3:
Yesterday I found a hott blonde tied on the train tracks
I had sex with her for a couple hours, what an insane rack
I wanted to get some head but she seemed to get around it
Well about that, you know her head, I never found it( haha)
See my shit fucks wit ya head gets stuck in ya head
You seam to always remember about something was said
Here it is Most of the time I feal I’m supposed to rhyme
Trickin you into doin dumb shit like some dope a dime
I got your attention waitin for every word I’m clever each verse
Always better than the first get it I’ll never be worse
Call me less but I’m more or equal like a blunderin sign
In math but see I’m tha lil fuckin line under the sign
I’ts meant that I’m spittin hits on the instrumental rippin it
I just pick out a dope beat then take my verse and stick it in
It’s like all the members of D12 got cut in half
Cuz I’m half Bizarre half Em now whats up with that
Here’s a shit list of cats I hope end up witta slit wrist
Chingy’s obsessive and lil Flip’s jus too simplistic
I also ain’t fealin a lotta Netcee’s beefin wit spits
I bury them in manuer and leave ‘em deep in sum shit
Aight that’s enough I’m fallin asleep while rippin the track
don’t ride dick or back stab unless you gotta dick in ya back
