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Posted by: Dobatch
Posted by: Deadlights911
No one knows my name, no one knows my name?
I'm the freaking king of kings, I'm the one with all the fame
I've got all the pretty girls
I've got all the pretty bling
Let me something boy, that this town is my pearl
You think you'd kick my ass
When you ain't even got some class
Your looks are crap, your raps are crap
Hell, all you are scrap
So get this in your head
and please think ahead
that you're dealing with a king
and you ain't got a thing
Battlin me again, I think you're delirious
You suck so bad, I can't even take you serious
I'll go forever, and keep rhymes comin all day,
Am I gonna stop soon? Son you better pray
Cause I'll ruin your reputation and I'll mess with your head
I'll embarrass you so bad that you'll wish you were dead
I got enough rhymes to go on for years,
But if I don't stop now, you're gonna be in tears
Son I'm gonna keep goin'
You'll never see me slowin'
So just sit back and watch
I'm takin' this up a notch
You're just like all the rest
Ain't nothin but a pest
You dream of bein' the best
But you can't even pass this test
I guess we all could've guessed
With your rhymes I'm not impressed
And quite frankly I'm not stressed
But may I suggest
Just one little request
For a citizens' arrest
Because this man just undressed
He's trying to protest
All my rhymes he's assessed
But leaves unaddressed
He's gettin' a little depressed
And I think it's time he confessed
He just lost this contest
My lyrics he can't even digest
'Cause with this rap game I am so obsessed
And I consider myself very blessed
Things with your girl and I progressed
When she took the clothes off her chest
And showed me her bare breast
Now you know I don't jest
King of kings my ass, what you talkin' bout?
Better keep talkin trash Imma take the garbage out.
(Also sorry I was playing Far Cry with some buddies)
I'll admit, I'll submit
that you're better then I thought
but don't you gloat, don't you boast
cuz I'll stil beat you by a lot
You think you're all this, all that
treating me like I'm your door mat
But deep inside you're really fragile
Your raps are nothing more then babble
You're really just a loser
just pile of cow's manure
your rhymes are your just some garbage
after this you'll be broken hearted
Your talk is nothing but disguise
trying to mask all your white lies
But I know what's under
I know your cover
So pleas just stop this now
before I go "kow-pow"
and beat you on the floor
with my rapping skills galore