Killin' the Beat

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Ace Cantrell

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They all asked me where I'm at I am coming back
Tell em I ain't playing like my mouther fuckin older track
Carrying these beats all day until my shoulder crack
I don’t really care what you think bitch I'm over that
I don’t really care what you people gotta say
All you do is post shit on Instagram all day
Sipping Grand Marnier god damn ill say
I'm the best with the mic and I'm might shoot a gram y’all way
So Let's parlay, Stupid mother fuckers wanna come test may
Ima let y’all play til I drop a 16 bar diss on your damn birthday, and the clouds turn gray
The storm coming I ain't playing with you mother fuckers get ready
Slicin emcees up like I'm Freddy with machete hold it steady
Getting sweaty got confetti better run I am petty
Are you mother fuckers ready huh
How many fuckin times I gotta warn The devil hit the fuckin earth on the day I'm born
So you better mourn cus the game ain't the same taking aim
And the blame, and I snap back
All you do is say I'm blue through and through asking who’s gonna clap back
But the laws ain't fair and the balls ain't there
Just a bunch of fuckin pussies and the claws ain't there
My Moms don’t care who were you before
Look into my fuckin eyes imma troubadour
I'm an angry mother fucker with the realness
Two shots to the chest you goin feel this
You gonna feel every bar put my brain in a jar
I'm insane in the car I don’t care who you are
You are dead to me, scared mother fucker better be
After all the bullshit that you said to me
I'm tearing up all the fucking competition
Every time I write a new fuckin bar inside my composition
Every body gonna watch you lose
How the f*ck you wanna die go head you choose
Imma stomp you out with a set a new shoes
Or get beat to defeat watch your mouth take a seat
Gotta Cold fuckin heart but my pen spits heat
Imma beast bitch
I gotta cold fucking heart but my pens spits heat bitch
I’m killing the beat I’m killing the beat I’m killing I’m killing I’m killing the beat
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I’m killing the beat I’m killing the beat I’m killing I’m killing I’m killing the beat
They all ask me where im at tell em stop that
Every time I drop a new track they can’t top that
Cop that, I just walk through the place
With a smile on my face setting up the fuckin pace for the rest of the race
Gonna go and catch a case
Someone call the doctor, shocker
I’m so fucking off my rocker
With Two big balls and a cock to block her
And don’t need two fucking boots to knock her
Now tell em that I charging as I’m running back threw
And I don’t give a f*ck yeah you already knew
It’s mister prime time mister Ace Cantrell
With a Giant set of balls if you really can’t tell
I’m a mother fuckin wizard with the words on the beat
And I’ll never turn my back on the truth when I speak
Sick of all the bullshit and the radios weak
Stupid mother fuckers mumblin sounding like a freak
I don’t rap about money cus I’m really that broke
3 years past still my life is a joke
I’m a mother fucking bum with a mouth full of venom
All these poisonous words hit your ears when I pen em
I’m a god dam asshole some say a dick
And I must be aids cus I’m really that sick
They say I hurt feelings and I don’t give a f*ck
Then I See em face to face and they don’t wanna buck yeah
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