Black_Trunks
Fewch
FantasticAntics
Fewch
4o9
(tis the season of givin, so here have a whippin)
[******** moods and dumb dudes that hum blues
without paying some dues
get mad and b***h too
but i'll just let 4o9 get you
Pick you apart like the b***h that you are
You aint a star, stand next to this heat and earn a scar.
I’m triple point and you just a retard.
I’m thermodynamic equilibrium and you just a fart.
Perfect particle premium is what I got
And you? Not / Applicable.
My position? Non-Fixable
Fiction is what you spit
And me? Omnipital.
Spiritual, mental and physical stimulation is what you’re facing
Your pen on pad or pencil pacing isn’t winning you the racing.
You getting slashed up like my name were Jason.
Your cash; snatched up with no time-is-money wasting.
Bashed up with words that match up, while yours mash up.
We use the same vernacular but my arrangements are masterful.
Crash and burn slow, you ho. I’ll just hold my own.
and that's how a n00b gets pwned.
as a noob gets pwned this dude gets stoned
fantastic antics you're softer than chapstick
thinkin youre hard spittin the mad s**t
me and 4o9 care not for your gay antics
i combine similes and soliloques
to create symmetry amongst my ministry
owning everyone militantly
to put things simply, im a gimp see
im like the one as i dodge when those who try to hit me
fit the, description, of dickheads that are trippy
you all think youre bad cos you grip and flip seeds
well as youre dealing it, i literally spit weed
more derogatory than the n word or c word
i see nerds as i deliver these verbs
it seems all other lyricists will give the gift
of d**k sucking just go get a lift, to stardom, you think youre hard son? well pardon my jargon but ill starve some in my garden, the only fruit
you dare call yourself a lyricist
those weak raps show me your fearin this
i bet you kick it with fruits and get your d**k off
lickin thick sauce call me chapstick but your wearin lip gloss
i can tell your high because in your reply
you try n tie yourself with that 4o9 guy
but see thats my homie b***h ask him he knows me
derogatory? then show me
seems to me you wont even type that
your just another stoner tryin to write hype rap
if you spit metaphors then im the grim reaper
my rhymes are the sickle and as i get deeper
your grave awaits so save your rhymes
wait to speak your mind abate the reply this time
b***h this is my song
you dumb a** you spelled soliloquies wrong
i bet it took you 3 days to type that s**t
but it pleases me that you wanna be my critic
you ******** retard this aint a song its meant to be a cypher
you are a hard man, nearly as hard as michelle pfeiffer >_>
whats this s**t about sickle? you're fickle
with as many brain cells as a pickle
dont try to diss me, i was only doing it loosely
you f*****t i bet you're names lucy
i dont write hype rap i just release thoughts
id bet you be so proud if your name came up on police reports
omg well done for linking "rhyme" and "time"
thats not cliche at all is it? listen as my hand becomes intwined
with your intestines, im protestin your rights and im projecting
the fact that you're a failure, ******** the sucking you go for the straight necking
wink
And with the power of my rhythmic right hand, I give ya body a good decking
And with my lyrical left to ya chin, I'll give it a good checking
But no I'm not a hater which is what you was probably excepting
I just read over ya flow and saw it was so disrespecting
You said he was as dumb as pickle? Wow that was so raw (NOT)
You started out cold but after that you started to unthaw
And so far, I realize that I that I probably shouldn't even do this
You really ain't that serious, its almost like pickin' on tha new kid
But just like tha new kid, I'm tryna figure out who you is
But then you might come at me, if you got tha balls, then heaven forbid
You was goin' hard though but like in tha bed, you was done in seconds
But do you deserve props anyways, like them country boyz would say "I reckon"
Oh you said you was just havin' a thought release? Oh...that part I see
Sounds like a brain fart to me, I'll sit back and slowly watch your thoughts decrease...
shut the ******** up before you get ******** up, look up
and see me above you, i bet your parents dont ******** love u
see u wna rhyme but your freestyle is lacking
i bet youre just a ******** wigga who's lexical field includes "crackin"
stop being irrelevant with all this country s**t
youre so weak id close my eyes and let you punch me n s**t
it wouldnt hurt, and im not even that hard
you're just a failure, i can read you like my poker cards
im the ace, and youre ******** knows
with some ******** up flow, so shut the ******** up and go
you gna try and team up and beat me up, well good luck?
i got the power above on my side and youll get god struck
observe, you PMd me, but im gna delete it
cos i dont want an inbox with messages from this geek kid
and that PM clarifies that this is off the top of the dome
whether as yours is written and rehearsed, it seems you're prone
to being victimised as im the harasser
it takes you 4 hours to write youre s**t but i can freestyle s**t thats better, faster
