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| 31 Dec 2013 04:58 AM |
Cool raps? Heck, More like traps, Why don't ya go back, To your paps, And tell him, About all yo stupid raps.
His raps are this, His raps are that, They say you're cool, But you're really a brat.
Calls himself a champion, More like a rat, If anyone asks, Krossin's got your back.
Yeah right, What the heck was that?, I'd rather die, Then be at what you're at, Tunes so flat, More like out-of-boredom raps,
Stores his stash in the oven, To make it all go away, Well guess what? Ya didn't even have fame, You've got nobody to blame, Cause you ain't got game.
You say you don't even need to rhyme, Cause you're worth, Every single dime, Too bad, That's not even right, Go back to bed, And oh, Don't forget to turn off the lights.
Calls himself champion, More like failure, If you ask me, Muffins are tastier, You're getting nastier, Because you think we're time wasters, Atleast we're not lame haters, Coming down at every rap, And trashing it like paper.
Call yourself the alligator, Truth is, Your a loser-gator, Falls back, Cries his heart out later, Alma-mater, Guy says he owns us "fakers", Little did he know, He's a giver not taker. |
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