So As...

Exis · 03-23-2019, 05:01 AM

The King enters the scene,
& the slag by his side?
That would be Netcees as his Queen,
"I heard she's carryin' a child"
So he's stuck with this bitch until death intervenes

Yo y'all have trouble droppin' bars that are sweet
Like you's some vendin' machines,
Even after waitin' a minute & then fuckin' tiltin' the things
You faggots masturbate for a livin',
Your what's not on my level
I only hold one type of rod in my hand nigga
& it's made of rock solid metal
I'll knock your dumb fuckin' head off
& smash up your trainin' bike peddles
Your movin' nowhere in rap son,
You've been the same for like ever
Remainin' stagnant in motion,
Really went from wack to atrocious
When you should of aimed to write better
But what fuckin' ever,
I sever all bitches that are bandin' 2gether
& strugglin' to keep up with the content like my bandwidth is better
Nigga the only cheddar you've made be on a sandwich with lettuce
I can't redirect damage if it never gets to me faggot
Nor can I mentor one's talent if none of y'all fuckin' have it
Cumbersome bastards,
Minutes consumed on your asses are used to fuck you up backwards
I'll leave you tumblin' tragic,
Like your status in rap kids
Which has plummeted mad quick as y'all are far from what's average.

03-23-2019, 05:01 AM	#1
Exis ............ Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 3,934 Battle Record: 3-3 Rep Power: 0	So As... The King enters the scene, & the slag by his side? That would be Netcees as his Queen, "I heard she's carryin' a child" So he's stuck with this bitch until death intervenes Yo y'all have trouble droppin' bars that are sweet Like you's some vendin' machines, Even after waitin' a minute & then fuckin' tiltin' the things You faggots masturbate for a livin', Your what's not on my level I only hold one type of rod in my hand nigga & it's made of rock solid metal I'll knock your dumb fuckin' head off & smash up your trainin' bike peddles Your movin' nowhere in rap son, You've been the same for like ever Remainin' stagnant in motion, Really went from wack to atrocious When you should of aimed to write better But what fuckin' ever, I sever all bitches that are bandin' 2gether & strugglin' to keep up with the content like my bandwidth is better Nigga the only cheddar you've made be on a sandwich with lettuce I can't redirect damage if it never gets to me faggot Nor can I mentor one's talent if none of y'all fuckin' have it Cumbersome bastards, Minutes consumed on your asses are used to fuck you up backwards I'll leave you tumblin' tragic, Like your status in rap kids Which has plummeted mad quick as y'all are far from what's average.