I should make six songs and get famous And have fans who got the IQ of ignoramus And be ANXIOUS when I rap shit so brainless And say that I'm gonna fuck MicTheMic in his anus
It's painless when I spit bars so plural When I hear prison rap I get a craving for Dijourno No delivery, put him straight in the oven And eat his shit up, done, end of discussion
He's so cute when he's pissed, like a mad hatress Put his body up and under my damn mettress And digest all the stupid shit he's said And people still think that MY rap career's dead?
Cause why hate and be irate with a prick? 'Cause I ain't, you can just suck my dick This is my nice side, you haven't even seen me mean My dick fell out, time for your daily dose of protein!
Obscene, hell, it's what I am known for I spit shit so vile even the devil's throat get sore And soar to the top, my insults will not stop And make 'em drop, and dhop 'em worse than before
Fuck these lame kids who do it for the fame And spit the same shit like a monopoly game And tell me to quit, fuck your shit, I don't care When your shit's censored, my middle finger's in the air
listen to what he's written He's given his own vision No omission, and he's smitten It's risen with no revision He's a pissed off logician With suspicion condittion Driven to sicken and Then he asks to be forgiven
Splat, can't even rap back I'm so hard to look at It's lyrical combat So hard to touch that So much to lust for Songs are an eyesore Walk out the door Talk shit some more Yeah
It's perverse when I spit just one verse And converse ponies that seem so divers And dispers all of these dumb ass phonies I did these songs all along for my bronies
It's a curse, not the worst I've shown I could bitch and moan 'cause I'm just so alone But that wouldn't atone the shit that's so blown I wanna show I've grown, and I won't just go home
I do this for me, I do this to be An MC that raps without hypocrisy You all know it's true. Why do I feel blue? Fuck the fame shit, I'll do this for you