ACAPELLA
fuck it i’ll go acapella i dont need a beat
i dont need a beat like Nikki don’t need Meek
cause he’s weak so she left his ass
we listen to his raps as i tap that ass
dont get me started on Br-angelina
getting divorced because i was between her
legs up high as he came through the door
as she screams my name like twice before
had a dream i played xbox with pac
screamed out thug life playin COD we shot
to the top of the table 50 kills no deaths
running round killing them and taking their vests
he was listening to my raps i was listening to his
writing down his thoughts man giving me his tips
we had a fat blunt man before he had to go
had to go to heaven,heaven with the ghetto
saw my boy slim i said yo how is stan
he looked so angry i nearly turned and ran
he said
stop saying that shit im done with the nonsense
bitch ima kill you,no guilty conscience
i’m a rap god the game would be nothing without me
when i’m gone no one will ever doubt me
dont need to use much energy minimal
stole the rap crown because im a criminal
stay in shape man dont lose yourself
end up fat like my boy bizarre from d12
go home write some shit make a salad
learn some shit listen to drug ballad
i’m on my game man i don’t miss a trick
knock you out in round 1 (POW) fight music
wretch says its survival of the fittest and hes mo farrah
its a 100m sprint and i’m Bolt no matter
ask alice,im scary just like a mad hatter
like when OJ made the white folk scatter
in todays world weather your a celeb or not
he would of been pulled over with no questions and shot
all lives matter is what we need to preach
get more nurses in to nurse and more teachers in to teach
