[Intro- Unknown]
Soldier boy... oh my little soldier boy...
I need you to
SHUT THE fu*k UP
[Yelling At Cats]
I should release six songs and try to get famous
And have fans who got the IQ of ignoramus
And be anxious when I rap sh** so brainless
And say that I'm gonna f** MicTheMic in his an*s
It's painless when I spit bars so plural
When I hear PRiSON rap I get a craving for Dijorno
No delivery, put him straight in the oven
And eat his sh** 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 mattress
And digest all the stupid sh** 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 s** 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 sh** so vile even the devil's throat get sore
And soar to the top, my insults will not stop
And make 'em drop, and chop 'em worse than before
f** these lame kids who do it for the fame
And spit the same sh** like a monopoly game
And tell me to quit, f** your sh**, I don't care
When your sh**'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 condition
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 sh** some more
Yeah
It's perverse when I spit just one verse
And converse ponies that seem so diverse
And disperse all of these dumb a** phonies
I did these songs all along for my bronies
It's a curse, not the worst I've shown
I could b**h and moan cause I'm just so alone
But that wouldn't atone the sh** 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?
f** the fame sh**, I'll do this for you