[Verse 1: DM3]
Homie I'm sick of this sh**
The rappers, they say they can spit
But they simply be testin they're witt
So I chop em to bits
And now that I know I can't quit
I'm out here just hoping it fits
My spittin is sick
And now u be catching like mitt
While I be out playing like skit
Leavin you in the pit!
Getting ready to emit
Saggin the pants like a tit, check it
Spittin the fire, I'll make em retire
Balance on wire, they trippin like liar
I know you admire, I make you a buyer
I'm hotter, you dryer, I roll like a tire
I serve like a diner, times 9 like i'm stiner
Like major, u minor, you rough but i'm finer
A rapping designer, resemble a climber
I pa** like a dimer, your favorite rhymer
Silence for a little while
[Verse 2: DM3]
This is more than a test, all the bars hard like arrest
I'm up here and feel like I'm blessed, you know the rest
But You are only a guest, but now you look more like a pest
Get this off my chest, you should just finish the rest
You thinkin bout money and breasts, this I just guessed
Homie you know I am stressed, but now i'm seeing all the checks
Spitting the truth, but I'm only a youth
So I stay in the booth, and just search like a sleuth
You a baby like blue, and now erryone knew
You just clingy like glue, that was only a clue
The bars that are left, they're are only a few
But the rappin keep coming, i sit and i spew
Am i good at this? You know that is true
Do not agree well let me tell to you
The rappers in the game right now aren't even trying anymore, it makes me sick!
Some of them barely use their own voice, it's sickening man
Well i'm doing this is in my own original fashion and i hope you all admire what i'm doing here
DM3