3/1/2023 0 Comments Campfire freestyle lyricsYou aint the first to try to disperse this curse and you aint the last You a wiggity wack, no diggity rap, slack hack, class act but ya still caint avoid nature's wrath So know that if you hate me I'm a sure hate ya back and make ya crack Who's out in this wilderness buildin' this rep on top of my haters backs It's a straight up slaughter, I'm straight up harder, the carver from due south I've conquered and I've divided but this is one sided, this aint even a true bout Hey now, all a y'all better bow down and stay downīetter listen, and pay close attention to every word that I say now I can quickly diffuse your enthusiastic point of view, you've neve performed a lyrical gymnastic, you tripping bro, please tie your shoes, you claim to see the world in Cinematic view, well on paper view, your lyrical skills suggest otherwise, rap isn't for you, it's a tribe of scribes, read between the lines and the lies and you maybe can find and catch up to the other rappers who have left you behind, ya bish! ![]() But I did the same thing to you, so that's hypocrisy at it's finest, if Rakim saw your pitiful excuse for rhyming he'd probably be crying, and you're not deeper than the sea floor, and you ain't the C4, the only deep thing you said was about Steelo I need to see mo. ![]() You know it's bad when a bad rapper such as me can call your little rhymes weak, come and take a peek at a masterpiece beneath the surface, of a teen, waiting for skills to peak, problems you seek? Your blood will seep, moms will weep, for like weeks, or maybe a day, she cannot pray, because she's too busy slobbing the slobbish baby face monster that took your life literally, mentally, and lyrically, I hope you can see, that even children can grapple the basics of rapping, without talking about trapping or tapping someone's mother. You probably won't get that line because you're rudimentary, you're rude and meant to be, sent to the Dogg Pound for Kurupting the peace of me, and blasphemy, talking bout entities, and spirits that I do not fear, passion in your rhymes is what I do not hear. You and an army couldn't harm me, I'm rockin' and ya caint stop it, my rhymes all be rawīea$T, peep the fact that I'm 14 and I can spit 16's better than you can ever hope or dream 2. See I'm on a mission, dissin', and all a y'all, gotta fallĮven though my bars be largely often off the wall Not a dam one hit me low, not a dam one difficult, just typical wimpy flowsĪnd it wont change coz their brains are empty yo They so pitiful, plentiful but aint a dam one that can get me though I've come to jam and inflict sick sh1t that'll kill these sh1tty foes Than you fools tryin' wit all ya might to win a fight.Īnd I don't rep Illuminati when I spit itĮvery time I bust a flow, it's Juggalo coz that's just who I amĭam, fuk these otha hos who aint Juggalos up like the Son of Sam Proof read ya raps coz ya wont get no daps for that dumb an wackīullsh1t you tryin' to call rap, is it no wonder that If you was to release an album we'd call it "The Retard L.P." ![]() You rap like you got special needs, perhaps an L.D. ![]() Say your an assassin but you write sh1tty raps to pass the timeĪnd Bea$t is more like the Lea$t? Mothafuka please Weak sh1t is all you spit.Įasily defeating the L.A.(lyrical-asinine) Simple rhymes, no multi syllable rhyming to be found at all in your wack excuses for lyrics. I caint believe that you fools actually think y'all are even decent at rappin'.
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