mixtape dropping soon... i swear
Story behind the song
originally i just recorded this real quick, just to get it down... didn't spend anymore than 10 mins on it... and i was gonna "really" record it next time i was over... but it didn't sound that bad the way it was, and i prolly woulda never gotten around to it later, so i posted it anyways... not my best work, just the outcome of some freetime in the garage.
Lyrics
HOOK -
you cant buy skillz with money,
so why dont you suck my dick.
-yall faggots can't touch me
cuz your music sounds like shit
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You got a drop-top chevy on the side of the curb
I got a green jeep cherokee with cigarette burns
No power steering makes it hard ta turn
So I gotta go slo when i go around curves
Yousa baller, I'm a referee
you pick apart OZ's, i pick out the seeds
You got a million dollar house on the Chesapeake
I'm prolly gonna be broke til i rest in peace
Ive got zits that got zits and a unibrow,
you got a 2lb wrist watch, blingy bloahw
You got tvs all up in ya head rests-and>
I got a spare tire and a dead inspection
You pop Cristal just for somethin ta drink
Ive got alcohol counceling once a week
Youve got dough so you bought ya girl somethin sweet
I'm out back with a shotgun hunting for mink
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HOOK
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You got a maybach bentley on 22 inches
cruisin the strip with 2 dime bitches
but is this hip hop, or who can get the richest?
I think i need to show you fudge packers how to kick shit
I'm Thee Nasty, bring havoc to whatever pass me,
King Crafty. Tragedy bringing bastard, with a knack
for puttin industry faggots out where
the trash be, without ever havin to ask me
I'm ill with it and ill witted, you throw it i will hit it
to bitts i'm too ill with a quil tip
my skill is a quilt filled with and intricate
silk stich, i will spill ya grits you lil bitch
Dont step in the path of my weapons of mass destruction
put on a mask n gloves and run on yur ass fuckin
no discussion, i'm discusted by your lack of substance,
we murder anything and everything our tounge hits
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My clique be - > packed like a clip be,
clap on you quickly, FaT smack ya lips --
reach back like a pimp be, "BAP" if you tempt me
then ride into the sunset on a 10 speed
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HOOK - repeat