Mr. Stizzle
WesydeUnderground
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Ghost rap written, sittin' on ya chair bitchin' Wishin' you had talent but you know that shit's missin' Dissin' people on a mission and that's forbidden Not a single fuckin' clue about the life that we're livin' Gave all my blood and tears for 13 years of my life I've sacrificed for this music so motherfucker peep sight To the man and the plan you can't keep in the sand My name's been slippin' outcha mouth like you know who I am You better bite your fuckin' tongue before it's bitin' you back How do you sleep at night knowin' that on every track Your weak-ass flow is nothin' more than someone's throw-away rap Yeah, haha, you know that shit is a fact You can't f*ck with this or anyone who's puttin' their soul In every fuckin' sentence as each story unfolds Instead you feel left out, and all them fuckin' assholes That you think are your friends, they just keep strokin' your pole You're a 'ghost rap' written son of a bitch And those words your spittin', they don't mean shit In this game I'm livin', on the sidelines you sit And brag about the life you think that you live You motherfucker You're a 'ghost rap' written son of a bitch And those words your spittin', they don't mean shit In this game I'm livin', on the sidelines you sit And brag about the life you think that you live You motherfucker 'Cuz you've been wishin' to fit in with your friends and you listen To all the demos and think that shows are in your line of vision You got all the money, so you got all the merch But deep down inside you know ya little feelin's are hurt Because you just don't know what to put on the page Don't wanna get called out for being sorry and lame And you dream of big thangs like you want some respect But you's a fizzle Mr. Stizzle let's get some shit correct Breakin' peoples necks is a simple side effect There's this feelin' you get when you need an outlet And creatively speaking you never have to be told Of what to say to the world, because you already know But you sit on your throne, and watch the game from the side Wanting to play on the team but you got nothing inside Always needing attention like that shit that gets you high And every thing you've ever spit is a goddamn lie You're a 'ghost rap' written son of a bitch And those words your spittin', they don't mean shit In this game I'm livin', on the sidelines you sit And brag about the life you think that you live You motherfucker You're a 'ghost rap' written son of a bitch And those words your spittin', they don't mean shit In this game I'm livin', on the sidelines you sit And brag about the life you think that you live You motherfucker Yo, even written by a pro your weak-ass flow is a shame And I know that you know you don't belong in this game You're too damn stupid to know you're not a part of a gang And your people talk about you like they think that you're lame And that's a statement that I'm makin' on the gravestone I got waitin' At the end of the duration of this life I've been creatin' Elevated with the patience waitin' for emancipation Livin' in the concentration while you lived in aggravation You seek compensation for blatant retardation And constant validation from the people in relation And their friends, and their foes When we all fuckin' know that you just fuckin' blow So get a fuckin' clue and open up your fuckin' eyes They get the weed they need, free from your supply And when they come around, you get them all high So do us all a favor, kiss your rappin' goodbye, 'cuz you's a You're a 'ghost rap' written son of a bitch And those words your spittin', they don't mean shit In this game I'm livin', on the sidelines you sit And brag about the life you think that you live You motherfucker You're a 'ghost rap' written son of a bitch And those words your spittin', they don't mean shit In this game I'm livin', on the sidelines you sit And brag about the life you think that you live You motherfucker You're a 'ghost rap' written son of a bitch And those words your spittin', they don't mean shit In this game I'm livin', on the sidelines you sit And brag about the life you think that you live You motherfucker You're a 'ghost rap' written son of a bitch And those words your spittin', they don't mean shit In this game I'm livin', on the sidelines you sit And brag about the life you think that you live You motherfucker
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