@Pitbull
I wonder how long it took you to write that
Trying to give me words, but receiving your own splat
I'll be sittin' here, wearing my top hat
While I watch you, the newf''g getting on top of that,
Tip number one, you write to f'ing much,
Tip number two, shut up and get in the hutch,
This isn't so amusing as I thought it'd be,
You're trying too hard to be the king bee
You can't take my throne though unfortunately.
No matter how much you write,
I'll always have the light,
No matter how much you fight,
You'll never be on my sight,
Tell me son, are you 12 years old?
'Cause your combacks are
As you've been already told
You ain't going far
Your rap stinks, ain't impressing anyone,
You say nobody likes me? Sit back and listen, son
They all adore my image
Wanna kiss my feet
I'm so much better than you, there's no point to compete
Once I open my mouth, you will start to retreat
Give us all a favour and go back to the street
You're not as good as you think,
Stop being full of yourself,
Trust me you're gonna sink
Like the titanic itself
You both have something in common, you and the ship
Both got drown by a small thing, in this case my flip
I know the type of guys like you,
You think you've made it through,
But everyone else is like who the f'k are you
You're not welcomed in here,
Unless you change your style
It's so f'ing hostile
I'll give you a tip, on how you can start
Shut the hell up and admire this work of art.
01-Jul-2011 20:34:27
- Last edited on
01-Jul-2011 20:36:24
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HeckImBack