​tpk - You Have No Sk** lyrics

[Intro] Man look at this TPK guy, thinking he can be a rapper and sh** Get outta here man! You have nothing! What the f** you trying to rap for man? Go back to the suburbs you f** [Verse 1] You have no talent, you have no sk** You have no ability to pay them bills Plus you completely s** on a mic You can't even get the crowd motherf**ing hype! In fact they boo at you; at every turn Man, you're gonna; crash and burn If your career gets nonexistant Even though you are very persistent Stop trying and go back to the geek stuff that you were doing before... Become a who*e for us! You don't even know how to front You don't even know how to bust a decent rhyme Do complex metaphor structures and flip them on a dime You're not intelligent, you're just stupid as f** Who cares if you have autism, motherf**er you can't even listen [Prelude 1] Yeah, that's what I'm talking about Pack your bags and go home because you have no sk**; you have no talent! Look at you man, you a scrawny white guy pretending to be black f** that sh**, you ain't getting signed, just go back to where you came from [Verse 2] Yo, you can't produce. You can't make mainstram beats You're underground, but that doesn't mean a sh** Everybody's listening to that Broccoli by Lil' D.R.A.M And yet you don't even give a damn? You can't do incredible feats like Kanye West Therefore you are not the best And what's with you saying sh** and f** like all of the time Don't you know how to make proper rhymes? Without swearing in them? You sould like a b**h Acting like he doesn't even understand the sh**... That he's given. Man, I've written all my rhymes Who cares if you've written all of your rhymes? And you have a speech impediment, you can't say sh** Man, you don't know how to not slur your words and sh** Man, and the high pitched squeaks Go back to the suburbs you little b**h [Prelude 2] Yeah I love the fact that you mispronounciate your words in order to make them rhyme Who does that man? Nobody does that man; except you! You're an autistic retarted f** man, just go back! Stop this rap sh** man, you're not even taken seriously man [Verse 3] Man look at you, you can't promote yourself You a**ociate with terrorism, you need help! How the f** is anybody going to take you seriously? When you s** dick, can't you see? That you supposed to be a s** up f** Not a serious rapper with a gruff attitude Who's going to be completely rude, tell the truth You can't tell the truth, you lie everytime in the booth About your self worth, and your self integrity Except you have no integrity, feel me? Understand what the f** I'm saying right now You're a coward, you can't even face me now So what if you decide to beat me up... I'm just going to use it for publicity and stuff Man, I'm Mr. Promoter and f** you b**h Can't really do anything you dumb a**hole! Don't even know...