These are the trials and tribulations of rhyme i spit this shit all of the time All those drinkin the Haterade can go commit a crime When i spit shit im all in,lifes on the line Never commit shit if you cant do the time Your rhymes is whack They could never compare Your verses like purses they serve a small purpose All for show,let that notepad go Why you lookin up raps online Im spittin this shit straight off the bat Freestylin like im an artist like when Picasso decided to paint his orthadontist Hold the beat dont look so defeated You lookin kinda sad maybe a happy meal could treat it Must be clear i know you could see it Defeat is inevitable i know you could read it The prophesy has been told so bow down to the king you're gettin kinda old If only you rhymed like you stunt If only tried instead of rollin up a blunt I heard K2 is a killer if you was any kinda competition this would be Micheal Jackson's thriller I see you lookin at me kinda cross Are you mad cuz i farmed you and showed you who was boss? It seems your salad never been tossed But maybe it's because your dignity has been lost No virginity here i already lost that when my tube was lubed last year But hold on never fear for the king has cometh forth to the throne right here
Interesting erm rhyming. But uhhhh what's this gotta do with subject title , as inappropriate as it is lol
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