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yuh, ay, ay, yuh-aye
no time for an intro, let’s get to rappin’
this beat i’m slappin’, i hear those snares clappin’
i hear those deers cloppin’ and the queers fappin’
i’m better than you are, better than you wish
i got meat on this bone, yet you got an empty dish
gotta fish for some food, while i’m eatin’ kanish
i just vored these sh-tty rappers, tasted decent-ish
don’t enjoy your style, don’t like your flow
yeah you’re basic as f-ck, you should already know
i’m the best, better raps and i got better rhymes
i’m a crime, k!llin’ beats, not earnin’ any dimes
102, 103, 104
don’t worry only 1098 words more
gotta lotta f-ckin’ letters and thought of how to arrange them
switchin’ up the rap game, might aswell change ‘em
writin’ all these ‘til tomorrow noon
gotta rap pretty fast, and i’m off it soon
if a loss ensues, imma cop some shoes
and pretend i got sk!ll with autotune
just kiddin’, fake rappers gotta get up in my way
gotta stop ‘em don’t stay, how to stop ‘em? don’t say!
i’ll figure it out, ain’t doin’ for clout
ok maybe a little, i can’t do without
i don’t even give a f-ckin’ sh-t on what i’m saying
but i’m makin’ all these rhymes and i ain’t wastin’ any time
i ain’t lost my shine, i ain’t lost my best
take a quick f-ckin’ break, man i got to rest

ok back to the rap sh-t, you can call me patb-tch
just under a k, man it feels pretty g-y
i’m gonna have to write a lot more, it’s ok
i’ll find a work around, like to rap really fast
but i can’t really grasp, how to make feelings last
of emotion of writing the timing is right
i think i can write a bit more tonight
save my syllables, i got work to do
but procrastinating, fascinating, gotta write a new line
wish that i could move time, a bit further back
when i just started out, makin’ huge disstracks
but i lost it, left it in the past, didn’t last
shouldn’t ask, how the f-ck i even started makin’ tracks
man it feels really weird, and it feels pretty wack
373, 374, ack! i’m
back and i’m better with the motherf-ckin’ lever that i
pull whenever i need to advance a little, man’s a little
tired kinda thinkin’ that i’m losing all my f-ckin’ mind i
do not even f-ckin’ mind the f-ckin’ time goes f-ckin’ wild
i can’t even take a f-ckin’ break, gotta wait
just a bit, wanna quit, carryin’ all this weight
gotta spin’, gotta wait, yeah these b-tches hate
wish i made some f-ckin’ money with the richest fate
but my fate is determined, and so is my life
has it ended yet? i don’t see n0body with a knife
lookin’ shady, contemplating whether to k!ll me or not
sh-t’s a game, and i ought to make a decision or thought
that can change up my outcome, listen to me
f-ck these nigward b-tches up with the 1 2 3
517, 518, f-ck
i can’t keep writing much more, i might be outta luck
sh-t i gotta keep on writing i am unk!llable
lyrical flame igniting, writing down all these syllables
thinking that i might just fall short of the requirement
but even if i fail, that won’t be my retirement
i gotta stop lookin’ at the word count, sh-t ow
sh-t’s been lookin’ bad, yeah i feel down, turn around
this a round, mess around, hope i won’t depress around
in amounts that stop me from being me
think about childhood, playin’ on the wii
myself is my only rival, enemy
ketamine feelin’ like i’m on drugs writing this much
all these dead memes, like hit or miss huh
kiddin’ hittin’ all these punks down like a rocket
n0body can stop it, astronaut, that’s a lot
plays, d-mn that song really worked
coulda made a few changes, gave it some perks
and now it really works, all my quirks in my writing
feelin’ pretty different like wolfie, fighting
all the d-mn haters, say my sh-t is wack
thats a fact, ‘cause i’m weird, ain’t no slack, watch your back now
better not back down, comin’ for yourself
on the shelf get stored, go to h-ll, maybe more
baby you’re f-ckin’ done, yes b-tch i’m the one
i been doin’ this sh-t since a year just for fun
and even back in ‘17, n0body would mess with me
you a real og if you heard of icemo beatz
all these expectations gotta meet, they are met
this album’s ten times better than forget
forget is forgotten, slivers of it left
now we got gods givers, this sh-t the best
i’m running out of words and i’m running out of rhymes
807 808, those the drums that you’ll find
in my music, might wanna lose it pretty soon
i don’t understand this life, i don’t understand this tune
now i’m taking lyrics from songs i made earlier
song’s trash if i made it back when hair was curlier
so that’s like what, everything before kfi
kinda feelin’ like a bad rapper, ksi
86-something, i don’t f-cking know
i’m 2 thirds done and the ground lookin’ snow white
d-mn i wish, gotta fish for cold weather
guess what b-tch? luigi has a tether
this song’s going sh-t, yeah i’m not gonna lie
but i gotta finish it soon, even if i die
wonder why, f-ckin’ sky changing colors am i blind
should i find a new way to remind me today
is the day where i say all this dumb f-ckin’ sh-t
i been writing and it’s tiring, really wanna quit
i’m so sick of it, this better turn out lit
or i’ll grab a rope and tie and f-cking commit
just kidding i ain’t that f-cking crazy in the brain
lookin’ hazy in my brain, yeah he say he love the pain
d-mn right, that’s facts, ain’t nothing wrong with that
that’s a fact, i’ll attack, all your tracks lookin’ wack
i can pack up the slack, and can rack up a sack
of these bangers for you guys, stored in the shack
i’m already lacking, already tired
gonna be a few, then i gotta rewire
require some help for this f-cking song
i been doing this myself all along
i can’t fail now, remember the beginning
only talked about remembering
the winnings i had
kinda glad i was complaining
had this much left
1098 words but now we’re past that
1105, 1106
got a hundred left, almost done with lyrics
gonna be a pain to rap, h-ll it really f-ckin’ is
yeah this sh-t ain’t a quiz, f-ckin’ listen to me
i ain’t gonna cater to the b-tches that are hatin’ on my sh-t and i ain’t give a single f-ck about the sh-t you wanna say
finishing the rap game i’m diminishing this rap fame i’mma get it when i k!ll it on this beat in every way
talk lyrical, this sh-t spiritual, miracle, i ain’t taking breaks anymore, sh-t’s theorical
not much wrong with me, send a letter we got tricks
1204, 1205, 1206

- kurby

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