Down in twenty

Youll never get passed the last verse i wrote
If any of yall ever come around after this right yall still too slow
For real man im the big man yall are just some little fish
Yo i aint really wanna write much or ruin the art of rhyming so im a let one slip
Yo im beyond this little mindset that yall are trying to play at
Some cats yeah rhyming art but aint even listen to half ya lame tracks
For real man u aint taking this reality of mine from me
You aint like me you nothing like the lines i left u for ya homies
No man your not getting it there is no story there are no rhymes
Nobodies trying to fuck you man its just me ripping it on a mic
You aint even got flow that sound creative in fact u so weak u can just bereave me faggot
Im so crazy ill have twisted sisters comeby both trying to blow me while im speaking spanish
Your not whack though nah its not that its just im trying to think a sumn
Cause for real you in this real rap and ya game is tight but still aint talking bout nothing
Fuck it though i do like this shit this is a creative way to flip a bar
I know u and ya friends freestyle its cool i get u think ur an ill emcee u just aint get that far
Whatever im stan im gay and fat i mean what the fuck is that
Thought we were homies boy aint want to take me for some piece of trash
Man whats this whats that where u heading with this piece
Aint know i was lost she said yeah cause u ran out of cheese
Forget it man ive explained this shit before and much better than this
You rhymes so square man i had to jump u but aint trying to go legit
In fact here it comes if you want to go
Cause im a do u so nice youll be wondering which time it is but i bet u already know