SupremeGenics - You Can't Rap lyrics

{intro} Yeah You ain't got nothing on me, b*tch! {verse 1} I might be a kike who is burning But i stay positive (yeah!) Go and eat a taco, you midget You know i’m stopping this I was sitting back while i’m laughing Because you threw a fit (haha!) You are just upset that you su*k at rapping and everything (hell yeah!) Went to summer school about twice Because you a stupid b*tch (stupid!) Thinking you can lyrically beat me is fu*kin ludicrous (ludicrous!) You don’t got a .9, lil f*ggot You got a bb gun (ha!) Said my dick was small but when it go inside your hoe, i won Yeah you think that you a rapper Na, you really just a who*e You just jealous that i’m living While your livid with your chores (yeah!) Think you stronger But when i shove my knuckles into your face Imma break your fu*king nose, lil f*ggot You gon' pray (yuh!) {verse 2} You won’t never catch me lacking My uzi get into action (brap, brap!) The music i make is slapping The music you make is cancer (yeah!) I’m putting my fu*kin passion to everything i be rapping I’d fu*k your b*tch if you had one I’d turn her into a dancer You jealous that i got money and you in a tiny house (ha!) Run up on you with the gang while you hiding like a mouse (rat!) I’m fat But at least i’m not a rat who talkin smack (yeah!) Snipe you cross the map Pussy boy, you trash You’ll collapse-- (blow, blow, blow!) When i get my gun b*tch, you better run (yeah!) You a c*nt, i was in the slums You ain’t even won (nah!) Thinkin i haven’t been in a fight b*tch, you do not know sh*t about me When i light you up with my uzi You’ll see what’s lit about me (yuh!) {verse 3} No you cannot rap at all When i look at your fu*kin name (yuh!) And if you keep talkin sh*t Imma crack you like a frame (like a frame!) You ain’t stepping up to me when you spit ice and i spit flames You don’t got the fu*kin key So you best step back to your lane (to your lane!) I won’t let you talk that sh*t We ain’t playing no fu*kin games (naw!) You ain’t none the shot you claim Better stay out of my range (out my range!) You ain’t dope like me unless you talking slinging that cocaine (ha!) (when i'm pulling out my uzi, it go bang bang bang!) I support people who spread positivity You support people who riot and steal (b*tch!) Sick of your bullsh*t so quit with the pivoting This rap will sting your career like an eel (yuh!) I got this rapping on lock, b*tch You are a f*ggot who lacking the static And that why talk bout my co*k, b*tch (ha!) Hold up, i’m putting a stop, quick (yeah!) {outro} Esm, gang, gang, gang! Lil b*tch... yeah! Don't ever think you could step to me, motherfu*ker! I got this rap sh*t on lock! gang! Yeah, bro... how ya feel about that? Get fu*king wrecked, bro, honestly... Oh my god-- This is embarrassing, bro-- You just got demolished, ayy! Aah!