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asa jake - ten crack commandments (remix) lyrics
i hate rap
this genre used to be effin’ clever
now it’s infested with cretin getting excessive cheddar for glorifying drugs, frontin’ like they’re the best thing ever
if you’re going viral i’ll k!ll you, call me edward jenner
this psychosis just drives hopeless plight so if my skull was to be pry’d open then it might show all the spiteful, blithe, cold ideas i’ve grown so quite fond of
to try and cope with this evokes cries but this tyke don’t give no sh-ts cuz i’m an emotionless soul, and so my eyes dullish
writers ain’t righteous, they ain’t rhyming right, every lines stolen
they try to jack my dope lyricism but i won’t give it to them
it’s like they’re eating an edible, they bite dopeness
who is knockin’ this chupacabra with whooping cough, i’m sick
and if you conform or not, i’m finna concoct a frivolous plot to off each fruity farce
i spit like blood when it oozes dawg, that’s why my flows in vain (vein), i’m goofy albeit i’ll be “it”
lurkin’ in the underground waiting to end their lives
kid is never clowning around, but with a pen he wise (pennywise)
i’ll give you a sec to get that line… okay, now back to blowing their empty minds!
i am such a reckless mine, if you cross me, you’ll more than probably be torn apart like origami
your abhorrent posse’s sure that when i torture my vocal chords, it’s for a normal hobby
that’s sorta folly, i’ll do this ‘til i’m enduring osteoporosis, old with broken bones and some oars to prop me up
in other words, i won’t stop until they give me props
you’ll all be sorry
they tried to prevent my birth, but it didn’t work
i was still born, like an aborted body
i might ether any nice feature cuz i write cleaner, lyrically i dice with a flurry of rhymes that’ll fully remind guys of zika, sick
on my grind, meet up with me then i’ll grind your meat up, then put lead in you, i bare arms, like a wife-beater
i digress, i’ll shove a pest aside
so if you claim to be fly, i’ll bring out the pesticide, you guessed it, that air-freshener, you’ll die i bet
that’s the only way you finna be fresh to death, get it yet?
they wanna test my drive like a drivers test, but i’m osiris when i’ve a pen, a god in the underground
i’m weaving webs with words
you wither when i’m wielding wisdom, wiping your wretched work
in a sense i’m sick, hence my lyrical linguistics, lynch them with them
b-tch, i’m k!lling you kids like crib-death with every verse
this introverts itching for blood, his craft is different, it isn’t money, gats, b-tches and sniffing the drugs, that’s whack
he’s spitting the silliest sibilance, sicker than syphilis, serious stuff that slaps
i’m more like curiosity, k!lling you p-ssy cats
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