Doxxed

Look iont kiss ass or dick ride So I don't get along with artist Cuz that bitchs vibes I'm a preacher with the verses I'll wet em calling it baptized Boom bap religion I'm rising up Like the sunrise I punch steadily Cant tether me I gotta em hooked Of that cook like I'm spitting Methamphetamines They ain't on my level Slow pitch they little leagues I can open up a couple doors With a couple keys Damn That's why I Silence the violence God father violins I make so many moves I can't even track the milage How they wanna rap so Bad they dropping outta college Tell me Wheres the knowledge It's really sad I know they big big mad Ain't got the touch for this rap shit Like Knock off ipads I don't like this gran dad Well that's just too damn bad Made in China sweat shop type Rhymer I got a couple emperor new groves Thats llamas An if I up it boy I'm separating em Like commas I'm dropping bombs on y'all bagdad like Obama What they talking bout Iont hear him em talking loud I'm up so high I cant see past the Fucking clouds To many clowns in they circus why Come around To many clowns in they circus why Come around I'm punching like ali Floating like charlie Grab the tommy boy Nickname it Chris Farley I'm in the top 1percent Like riding them Harleys An I never had friends All you suckas was colleagues Time to weserk Go bizeszaerk I'm eating desert Stop how you worst then a wigger Your favorite Honky Cracka Tongue attacker Ask ya bitch how it taste I'll be over after Imma bastard Jackie Ray