something obut this desprate loser pisses me off i had to write this beat is 'rap game' (D12)
undergrond rapper
I have no character I'm basicly a lame peace a shit with no talent and I'm probably headed nowhere but check the shit... oh i dont whipe.
Lyrics
How in the fuck did u make it 2 # 1
With a 9 min. song about playin with ur nuts
Jerkin off as a 25 year old virgin
If this WAS phone sex no one would dial u I'm certian
Aside ur hurtin' A looser A fact
Can't date, can't rap, so u choose just to wack?
No one needs to hear about ur gay obsessions
It's needless to mention ur plain out messed bitch
So Johnathan, I hear that ur tired of haters
Try rymin' right they wont diss what u make kid
And yes ur voise is wack, not cause ur not black
No devotion no emotion u'll never press a hot track
Got that, maybe u'll learn somethin here
Cause unlike me with ur tracks I never heard somethin' fearce
Nothin' feared nothin' scarey just a homo who beats it
Fuck u fagget! get some pussy and eat it
Ur a loner no friends probly plays with puppets
Ur wack no talent and I'm completely nuts bitch
With no luck I'll probly anihilate u quickly
Ur so fucked u gotta hide away and quit be
Maybe we'll trade places and ppl'll realize ur beaten
Keep ur fasinations to urself cause we don't even feel it
Ur seamen seepin storeys turn girls off u'll never get a date
U'll stay a virgin till ur 40 better just go gay
Ur best shot with girls is some men with extra estrogen
Or a crew of transvestites u'd be neckin' with the best of them
Ur on a quest to just caress the men, u creapt inside the dresses and
Test if they're a lesser man, if not then just molest with hands
God ur twisted, this bomb is fixed to hit
Ur bod and blister ya, ur not as rythmic as this is
Quit ur horny storeys, surely ur sore thing
Is adoring to u, but more of us spew
Course ur a dude, thats supporting the pune
But with someone as desperate as u I'm forced just to puke
Devorce what u do rap isnt for u
U'll never make it famous, mad, problem is u.
At least ur recordings r clear so i can hear what ur saying
But now i hear every lyric from this ear pearcing gay shit
And yes i say u suck and i compare u to me
Not to eminem bitch, ur a terrible emcee
It still baffles me how u seem to travel up these charts
When if u challenge me or battle me ull never meet my smarts
Better meet the cards, no u'll never beat this tard
Face it I could replace u I'm the amphetamine of art
The lesson teachin' starts ur vocals R boring
Mine R complex in essence no words R forced in
U have simple rymes about fuckin different bitches
The lymrics of m ine R quick and effortless I'm not bitchin'
A better hit is somethin u cannot accomplish
Man ur a misses and ur a half wit abolished
Ur not hip ur concept is desperate woody
U constantly talk of where ur messes should be
Address what could be talk about what matters
Diss me back or talk about ur rappin'
But when u do it don't be such a loose whos useless
Here's a hint get a grip and use the tools I schooled u with
Ur a fool a bitch, a total pans since birth
And I'd bet u'd probly die if ur hands didn't work
U can't exert some skills ur inferior to me
Ur bagged and burned like dog shit I rang the door bell to leave.
