Verseatile - Fire verses #1 lyrics

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Verseatile - Fire verses #1 lyrics

I can see how scared my opponent is despite him looking emotionless But why should I bother with condolences I'll knock you off your throne With one h*mophone You'll plummet like a descending heavy-weight and break your collarbone Talkin' about droppin' I'll drop a rhyme like Scarface and I don't mean Al Pacino I'm k**in' n' flippin' any of my opposition, I'll defeat foes It's not a f**ing game, like DMX said You can't take things seriously, have a head rest And allegedly I Was ready to die And be gazed by heavenly eyes I know you think I'm a loner, I agree, I could never go into fatherhood Even if I did I'd probably get divorced from my wife afterwards And then lose custody Of the child, I must of been Drunk, and while I was in a rage my wife suddenly Called the cops, pulling up outside the front yard Stepping out and walking towards me, expecting to be questioned hard In a blind rage, I'd a**ault one of the officers with an uppercut And then I woud probably literally bust a gut I know y'all hate me, to be honest I don't give a f**, you can feel free to criticize It acts as my fuel like firewood I can visualize Why you resent me, little son of a b**h, antisocial The little wimpy coward who rejects your friendship proposals b**hes, yall sniff powder to fill hours I'm so inspired I could move mountains with my willpower I'll leave you to ponder over my wordplay and entendres Giving you an uncomfortable thought you ain't fond of b**h, I'd destroy you in an arena Don't even try to fight back you got a strong spirit? I got ether And so this simply completes the f**ing ma**acre of all you f*ggots, I had to just leave ya In my exhaust fumes, f** your hate I'll just ignore you If y'all choose to brush me off like I'm garbage Yeah, don't forget to take out the trash, don't wanna mess up your tidy apartment In this brutal brawl better go bashfully headlong into battles and be heartless Ain't no time for hesitation and halfsteps It's either fight hard or you're getting kaned Chained and restrained, in straps in spite of your pain So, whatcha get for your birthday, clothes, books, jack, new game console? b**h I swear I got tourettes but I don't f**ing need to be consoled by your f**ing sympathetic response though f**, I haven't even f**ing been f**ing officially diagnosed But it explains why I swear all the f**ing time I suppose Haha too obscene, wanna scratch the track you want me to apologize? b**h, your hand will spend two years doing 360s anticlockwise Son of a b**h, let's lock eyes And I'll win every standoff we have and I'll be in the spotlight Doctor better go get the extra strength tylenol 3s You're looking pale, but in spite of your pleas For mercy b**h ain't gettin' none it's too early, I ain't finished with your torture you can ask me afterwards, yeah curse me Besides that'd be karma and it can only harm ya, if you've been a b**h yourself, so you can ponder All your wrongdoings, go on fix me with a lobotomy Get me institutionalized, undisputed that I'm honestly Nuts, so get your neurosurgeons to fix those loose screws with their appliances, to keep this defiant b**h under control and tyin' it Up, so it can't escape in order to silence it Look at me, I'm so lonely nobody knows me I won't know what love feels like by the time I grow crow's feet If I even get there, as my raps get standing ovations I'm getting so sick I'm iller than an AIDS patient To be honest, I'll be the one who'll be homeless while you're earning money in your office block But at least I'll able to fight with the creator sooner, your arms are too short to box with God

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