Lyrics containing the term: eminem+typed+out+lyrics — Page #10 (2025)

I sit back with this Mac in my lap for attackWith a sack of a pack smell just like an ass crackHad no food on my plateSo I had to be greatAnd y'all can't relateBut you still seem to hateI just can't imagineSitting on my broke ass mad at someone cause the money they stackingYou see what I'm packingYou know I ain't lackingIf not then pull up if you think that I'm actingI'm not with the fake shit I'm not with the hatingI'm not one to take shit so don't test my patienceUsed to say I ain't shit now they love I'm famousKarma will fuck you in the anus it ain't gon be painlessUsed to watch his videos on MTVNow I'm bumping beats and lyrics by meAnd I just can't believe it kills me to seeMe growing up and Eminem turning shittyI'm like a weird uncle play with me you get touchedHe keep talking big time he gon get rushedFuck her till she walk with a limp needa crutchI'm getting money no such thing as too muchThey address me as pedal cause I come in clutchI'm no bitch you'll get clapped you accuse me of suchYes I get money but all of it's hushLeave white shit in her throat like she got thrushCan't no female make me cry like these dabsPull up flexing how come I ain't got absWe might got issues my chain he won't grabCause he know I'll pop his ass like a tabAnd I ain't gonna tripBut you jus might slipIn my fucking dripGlock that's on my hipI take me a ripOff of this zipMy Dick she gon gripIn between her lipsWhen I was broke I wasn't shit to them now they brag they knew meDodge fake shit like it's bullets and I'm the matrix but this ain't no movieAnd when I make it to the top you know that the top is the same place my crew will beI beat the lil bitch's kitty up like I'm committing animal crueltyLemme tell you what it's like when you rap being whiteNot a person in sight to see what it's likeWhen I'm spitting on the mic and they tell me take a hikeBecause of what I look like no the weight on my shoulders ain't lightSo I just hold tightPray I'll be alrightBut I ain't got no fightNah that shit up and leftRight along with my feelings start to think someone committed a theftGot the glock to my leftPop it off till I'm defWe out in the field with no refAnd we working to deathWhether that be slangin tree or some methU jus gotta stick to what you do bestYeah that's what they tell yaThey don't mention feds catch you once you labeled a failureI gave him smoke now he needa inhaler22 in the clip like I named the Glock TaylorLike I named the Glock SwiftGetting cheddar no swissWhen I shoot I don't missShe gave my dick a kissSoon as she seen my wristCause it's hard to missSame with all the THC flowing through my pissI'm out of this world like Paul I ain't talking bout ChrisIf I start imma finish I ain't calling it quitsI'm a genuine person as real as it getsI'll throw the bitch out I ain't dealing with fitsI'll buy a new car I ain't getting no kitShoulda named me Dee Watkins I'm a bad ass jitNow I'm throwing all this money on a bad ass bitchWhen I dropped my song that's a bad ass hitLittle did they know I done had that shitNow I pull up to the bank where my bag at bitchOnly real ones with me we can't have no snitch

Lemme start off by sayin you a fuck boy wanna beClaimin I ain’t flexing I ain’t got a fuckin RollieThat might be true but my glasses are VersaceSeein that you fake you claimin your shit is the hottestWrist rockin BurberryBelt is FerragamoMight cop me some LouisYou stuck in a potholeClaimin that my shit is sounding trashYou say it’s awfulLook into the mirror niggaTell me that I’m not wrongSellin all the PerkysBussin off a XanaxStealin all my lyricsYou say that you made itThat shit plagiarismDumbass check my statusPluggin off of iTunesSpotify I’m flexinCheck me out on YoutubeLNS GoblinsShawty say I’m best andRockin on my RobinsYou a little broke boyYou just out here flexinClaimin that I ain’t shitSay it to my face thenLookin like a low classLogic Eminem assMy bitches are dumb badTake it in your own assYou a little gay boyCryin for your hoe backCuz I might just steal herShe know that I tote tagsBitch you lookin sleezyThink it’s kinda easyYou can’t even top meYou can’t even diss meAll my niggas true fansYou got no supportinI might end your rap trackAre you even worth itBitch you hit me up firstBitch you in the guttersI might catch you lackinI might catch you slumpinNigga you ain’t nothinI ain’t see you frontTotin on my glock betterGet a fuckin coverI dont fuck with beefinBut your ass was dissinImma get to heatinFind a pot to piss inImma catch you lackinLeave you in the back anHit you with the shottyThen I tell her throw it back andReally drippin FijiYou ain’t drippin nothinSippin on my lean leanWokin off I’m bussinCatch your ass in publicBetter get to runninBullets get to dumpinGang it get to huntinGoofy ass nigga tryina be like meAnd I find it really funny you can’t hit like meYou can’t spit like me you can’t breathe like meLay you down up in your grave you tryina lead like meI be winnin the raceEarndhart in my vainsDriftin like its NascarGet your goofy ass faceOut my fuckin DM’sYou a damn disgraceKnow you tryina beat themBut my homies gon layBitch I got a better flowYou can’t flow if it was forSavin your damn lifeSame with all your fuckin brosBitch your gang ain’t shitRather call it a cliqueYou a dick ridin fuckaYou ain’t droppin no hitsI be poppin that Glock offThink you got that shit wrongYou say that you made itYou a copy cat howMany more timesShould I tell you that you ain’t hotThrow you in the back seatHit you with the sawed offSmoke gas like a JewishNigga you so foolishHit you with a full clipYou ain’t even provinYou ain't even showinYou ain't even blowinSayin that you’d make it in theGame but you ain't gloinRidin in a NissanYou ride in a TaurusBig box motorTires get to smokinYou ain't smokin nothinI just think you bluffinHit you Call of DutyIt’s a one to nothinHopin that you ODI’ll hit you with a needleI don’t see you smokinReggie in your reeferPistol in the partyBut I ain't gon see youYo ass not invitedYou can’t even get throughNigga fuck youImma hit you with a slug tooStealin all my lyricsShoot you down like World War 2Bedroom studioI don’t care cuz imma make a hitQuit actin like you betterCuz you really ain't that differentRecordin on your phoneI got my AT2020 bitchProlly talk to feds I better watchBefore you fuckin snitchYou lowkey like my musicThat is quite amusingYou wanna make a trackBut I think that you might ruin itYou claim that you tote tagsYou ain't buyin nothinI bought me a new grillSo me teeth are shininYour music is borinGot me fuckin snorinMy bitch got the titty tatsYour bitch fat as fuck manRidin in a foreignSticky weed smokinHit another lick and then IPut you in a coffinRide with EscobarioWhile we fuckin bumpinBimmer finna shit tailPut you in the ovenThere ain't no discussionLast nigga standinEBG its LNSThat shit is for life manSlumpin off a Xan pillBacksweat swervinBear is packin up the heatNackey fill you up withBullet they some hollow tipsDolph he leave you leakinSkrtin out the dealershipAll my brothers peakinYou really gotta stopI put you on the songAlready fallin offReconsider what you’ve doneHit you like I’m Nick CruzAR15 got the toolColumbine I hit youMedula finna split youLookin like your 12 boyI play with the big toysYou ain't makin money but IGot the work like I’m employed“ASAP Andy”Fuck Yung SpideySay that he bodiedPut him on the projectHe really tryina prove itHe really lookin stupidHe straight up disrespectinYou know I had to do it“ASAP Andy”Fuck Yung SpideySay that he bodiedPut him on the projectHe really tryina prove itHe really lookin stupidHe straight up disrespectinYou know I had to do it

For PresidentNo comparison to a God that's excellentMy Propaganda in the lyrics where it’s evidencedI could look gangsta but be a gentleman even in my sentimentsEven in the beat that got them speakers tremblingI could speak a word in your life for God to enter inI’m too much of a rapper to be used like reverendsWell they thought the white boy couldn’t rap, now he’s EminemN.w.a’s in my ‘Roots’, gave me AdrenalineBut I turned Jay, not Snoop.

So this is what it's come to...The Justin Bieber Big Tour...Oh yeah...Shout out thug and gunna!cye balling out like a bossGetting my last check like fuck you copsMy names Gabe Stone i don't rly do it for the propsOr the jobs or the fucking barking dogscnyways I went to my first concert i could afford in 2019Got to finally be a free young teenFor one nightSmoking pipes With w booty goons and estOr maybe just get a free TI ain't no G I admit it i'm just a philosopher in plain text My wordplay is the equivalent of LexLuthor on dab pens in a foxhole denI don't mean to be a ghostEnough of the eminem vs mgk quotes I've had enough of this beefI spit just like chief keefOn a good day What is this wordplay?!

Cos we makin racks while you sit on the couch,It's been takin a while the stats can vogue,The views be rising and these man ask how,I tell em it's about the effort right now,Then you post your shit and look at the likes like wow,If you allow the bars to flow you'll see somehow,That all this effort is played at 711,And at 11 in the Bernabéu,Bow down to your knees,To me this rapping shit comes with ease,But it's the effort I put in which will buy me these keys,Ease please the trigger is the last thing you'll squeeze,You know I'm going higher with the green in the back,And you still continue to chat like you have a plaque,You cant use the gun to win at blackjack,Because you'll be on the ground after Russian roulette,O shit he said green he meant the Ket,Cos the powder can pile up and the weed can grow,But the weed reaches its peak and shrivels then its down below,And if you mix the powder it will turn right into dough,You know what I'm saying the flow ain't no copy and paste,But man can't tell what it means, what a fucking disgrace,Man starting beef can be replaced and displaced,You know one shot to the left,Will leave you in heavens gates,Soon you'll be calling me russ cos I'll have millions,I might have to dig for the ps but sometimes dats just the case,When you need to digga grave so you can add a d,To fredo so you can earn that 50 p,So now that's diggas in a grave,Don't go begging to Dave,Maybe one of these days if you decide to behave,You'll get a chance to pick one of six paths,And do it without getting those panic attacks,Picture me on the location with no words needed,Just some mo stacks on the cliff getting ready to be,killin two birds with no stones,The lyrics finish em before they hit the microphone,Lookin like you should head off to town,And I emphasise the t I know you have no bad b,What you do it doesn't matter tho,Cause the effort right here is unknown,Cos we makin racks while you sit on the couch,It's been takin a while the stats can vogue,The views be rising and these man ask how,I tell em it's all about the effort right now,Then you post your shit and look at the likes like wow,If you allow the bars to flow you'll see somehow,That all this effort is played at 711,And and 11 in the Bernabéu,Hop on the mic like Eminem,M and m, that's to millions,But it doesn't even matter,Cos you will lose yourself,On the floor havin a seizure,So you know what I'm saying I'm back with these flows,I'd do a lot of shit such as die for my bro,So when I think about it you must be slow,because you certainly isn't one oh no,Cos we goin higher with this shit to the top of the altitude,But we ain't fall off and down like juice,I don't give a shit what I do so I can tour round the world,If you don't like the shit you heard I really couldn't be concerned,I be the shepherd out here with my followers while in black call me batman,The bars always have that biteSo call me German,Hop out in my German BMW,lw6 we out here now doin this shit,Hop out in a Mercedes cos Sadie me lady,Hit the bong now feeling wavy,Comin right in I aint saying hello,If I'm looking for a girl it wouldn't be a hoe,Right now, we don't have to comeback,Wearin the top hat cos it's no cap,You going to witness protection like durex,While I go to get with your fucking ex bitch,Cos we makin racks while you sit on the couch,It's been takin a while the stats can vogue,The views be rising and these man ask how,I tell em it's all about the effort right now,Then you post your shit and look at the likes like wow,If you allow the bars to flow you'll see somehow,That all this effort is played at 711,And at 11 in the Bernabéu,

Three hooks I'm leaving you deadI'm playboi carti leaving a whole lotta redYou're felix richter so your dad left youYou're trash so you're in the basement tooKeep dying yeah it's more than a fewZac copy's playboi carti, nothing new(yeah i'm off the grid)Got M's on M's on M's on M'sMight as well call me EminemDon't believe me listen to themNot thinking straight you're on blemAsk hit or miss I say you're a missSay that again if you want to meet the fistMy lyrics in the bag I got a long listThanks for the money now look at the wristSay that againSay that againSay that againSay that againSay that again, (mhm)

Music is my doctor...I'm a fuckin' patient...That's the bit that's funny cause I'm runnin' out of patienceHad to learn to say shit...fuck the repercussions...I just gotta spray shit...over these percussive...

Nugɔgbedeawo me le do alɔ megbetɔwo ooWo me dzi be amè yeye ɖeke ne gogo yewo gbɔ kraa ooƉe wo vɔvɔm ohoo ɖokuitɔdzidzi ye ohooƉe wo me tè la nya be alɔ ɖe ye klɔna alɔ ɖe ohooThe media be very quick to circulate bad newsBut no dey use the same energy to share good the newsEvery bro no be your friend when you start dey winA lotta masked faces out here like it's HalloweenSee we go fit keep on dey pretend oo but the question isHow many generations for face these agoniesI know the truth dey generate a lotta enemies but I only pray against a quick exit like Ebony'sYeahHeheheKulaReal talk Boi Wei PaaYowYestee night I had a fierce fight with the voices in my headKula shun rap e no dey sell do afrobeat insteadKula you no dey look like a rapper you for grow your hairChalle do something crazy with your brand dye your beardStart a beef with Kofi Mole you go fit chew am like breadDrop a sex tape or something Ghanaians go talk e go fit trendTake the shatta wale approach diss industry playersYou for talk to Mark Okraku ooo shut up go back to bed aabaThese crazy crazy thoughts make I dey stressBeen here for so long aka kakraa na m'aɖane bestThis be the best time for the devil to put me to textBut I dey stand pampii as3 teenager breastMassa let's keep it clean this is God's blessingThis music hustle teach me more lessonsAnd I'm still learningWu play dirty na anfa aa you for rebrand or change tactics or do both ask Kwadwo SheldonIt's kinda difficult to focus on the positiveCreative art students in this industry of politicsHow we go see topWhat we go see chopMy alter ego say make I shun dey do hiphopCus Kojo Cue and Shaker put a lot in pen and paperDope lyrics nice songs but as ebe hiphopThe deep puns and punchlines metaphors rhyme schemes and things all no fit rule the streets topBuh as dem drop Mamaye Mamaye e catch fire you know where I go hear that song forTanyigbe Bankyeasi Kutunkpatia Zapzugu Tatale the song drop dem dey scream moreThis be straight facts people in denial go fit talk say I dey lie or I start dey rush whateverMake I end this verse with a quote from my icon (Eminem)I'm like a head trip to listen toCos I'm only giving you things you talk about with your friends inside your living roomThe only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'allAnd I ain't gotta be forced to sugarcoat it at allBoi Wei Paa

You opened up some evil when you chose to wake the beastAnd now that I've awakened cowards wanna make peaceI heard you pussies yap that I won't make it off the streetsYou've never heard of rap until I slay shit on a beat, watch and seeYeahDropped out from the rainclouds and on Abergavenny townFilled myself with doubt but no fears, I'm all but ready nowYou were quick to judge but I bet you won't forget me nowThat's what it's all about, you hit a nerve and stressed me outYou said I was worthless, no, I am a wordsmithWicked at cursingLaying waste to the earth and bringing the chaos since birth, yeahI might be a nerd but I'm never afraid to go stomp on your turf, yeahSo unless you can match my skill, don't bother me while I'm at work, yeah?

Ya'll probably never heard of meBut i'm BK, From the real teamIf you ain't seenThen i'm willing to bet, that you will seeI Started in my early teensPicked up and dropped so many rhymesOn nothing but free beatsCouldn't afford even the basic leaseNot a thug, so didn't own a gunTo shoot my name to an internet memeGrew up, started to realizeThis could be made for meBought a better mic, FocusriteTrying to blow up, by remixing theseBut to pick a name took so much energyWent from Motivation, to MetaphraseThen changed it, Visible MotiveWas better but not yet greatDropped Motive but didn’t break throughEven after a few mix tapesPut it down tell a bitch lied to my faceSnapped my heart in half, where's the tapePacking all my bags, love afraidCome to grips, I was chasing womenWho all are just fakeDon't think I for-gotPeople who made fun of my artYa'll was shitting on me but to the dumpsIs all I got, if you thinking I got a spotYou tryna rock i rememberBus routes, and yalls shitty cotsFunny I see your still living with momNot to be offensiveBut I see the Pills thatchu popHow's the HIV, and the SYPHYou got diagnosed with, HAAs you can see, I don't really careTo be offensive, i'm vulgar what's newOther than recent divorceOr many kids you gave birthWhat you got to say to the kidYou called an Eminem wannabeNowadays, everybody wanna talkLike they got somethin’ to sayBut nothing comes out whenThey move their lipsJust a bunch of gibberishCause motherfuckers ain't never heard of BKSo what do you say to people that thinkThey better, cuz they flow, or rhymesSyllables, surpriseCatch more with kick or snare, or bassI say that's fineBut to get it out of my faceDon't wanna hear fast rappersThat sound the sameTrack to track as if theySpit the shit backwardsThis ain't a Hi- raceThat's why the tortoise are winningWhile coasting down the interstateI'm just saving face, saying graceDifference is I switch it upKeeping the food fresh on the dinner plateSo that they can, never have enoughMore than enough leftovers toTake home and remakeShould I mention the lack ofRespect I got for womenNo not the good girls i mean the thots thatPlot then claim feministBut aren't, or jocks that slot into emCoin machine, but broke, done locked em downBy putting a baby into emNow they want a good guyTo raise and pretend to be kin to em haYou must of got me mistakenCuz u didn't give me a shotBack when I didn't want to see you nakedI mean I did but I wantedTo see behind the eyeNo bitch don't act surprisedWhen I don't hit you with a lie to try to lyeI'm about that real that mind to mindJust with a little trustIssues got me traumatizedLet's match shoe to sizeNext time you try to step out my soulThey’ll be more then hell to riseSaying I never triedWack ass bitch that that had no tit'sFact is, You fucked aroundAnd still tried to justified that dumb shit(WOW)Nowadays, everybody wanna talkLike they got somethin to sayBut nothing comes out whenThey move their lipsJust a bunch of gibberishCause motherfuckers ain't never heard of BKYouTube rappers taking lyrics from mePractically, but not sharing credit'sThem ferrets, better prepare for meTryda' get a featureBut it costs more than a motherfuckingPayment of rent for meCouldn't help a young rapper outCool i'll be sure to burnThis whole damn bridge downWith you on it, tryna pull stringsFrom the ropes leftI'm not from (COMPTON)But i'll be sure to put you straightOut of something fool I just don't playThose video gamesUse my Nvidia to radio wavesSo eventually I get will payedDon't take me for gripingAlways the guy looking, for the silver liningWith Instincts of a pack lion (Roar)Thought I was gonna say wolf (WOOF)But I wanted to switch it up on ya like snoopSo pride be inspiringLend me your ear, clear your mindAnd open your eyelidsWhile I get to familiarizingAll you hear is sirensYo was on a live streamGot roasted said I was a poetTryna mess words to, an instrumentalAlmost hypnotized meThen I realized i'm my own critic tooAnd I like meNowadays, everybody wanna talkLike they got somethin’ to sayBut nothing comes out whenThey move their lipsJust a bunch of gibberishCause motherfuckers ain't never heard of BK

I just want to be alone right now. Write a couple lyrics on my phone right now, ‘Till I wake up from my nightmare’s.I think I almost died there. In the land of Nightmare’s.

StupidLucy, you can't fool meI'm a smoke weed dogg like snoopySaddam Hussein he stuck in my veins he itching man I gotta get him away Adam and Eve the apple and Cain including the serpent are all my slaves I been dreaming of Baghdad right, smoking in candlelightsThe city the biggest my lyrics the illest you can't even stand me rightWho's your father Mike? He talks alot skin lightWe lived in a city with plenty of bitches, licking they tities feel niceLook, I'm boutta tell you something you gotta knowI'm the only rapper out here with the baddest flow Jesus told me something 'bout a fiend the serpent knows He the only demon out here with the darkest coat Saddam Hussein he stuck in my veins he itching man I gotta get him away Adam and Eve the apple and Cain including the serpent are all my slaves Rattlesnakes, shiver like a vibrant bite like a viper'sSaturdays, my laundry so wet, saturateMy verses so hot but I add more flameI don't wanna eat the cake brandon bakedLook nigga I don't like Saturdays cuz in my grandma house they blow candle flamesFractured bones man I amputate emNigga I been tryna understand the matrixI can see the ho from afar she gazingThe cows grazing nigga I been crazy, motherfuckerFly better than a bat man eyes like a cat man all I know is I'm superHe wearing a sandal looking like a sad man still he driving a cooperI sing for the fiends like Lucifer I'm a cool sinner from JupiterSmash that bitch to loosen her she smell so good I call her juniper That girl binta chews her fingernails, sings singer tales in a literal wayShe a good singer by the way though she been tripping all the wayI can see her from afar gazing, same time the cattles grazingNigga I been tryna understand the matrix, I'm so pissed off man I'm boutta go crazy I been dreaming of Baghdad right, smoking in candlelightsThe city the biggest my lyrics the illest you can't even stand me rightWho's your father Mike?

Imma do a little freestyle for y'all man you knowCall this a freestyle breakOh shitJust wanna see how this shit sounds you knowOff the top of the head, yeahCh-Ch uhCh-Ch yeahI be rhymin' the top, all the shit in my voiceI wanna kick it like my homie RoyceEating Eminem's beats in the streets you know what I meanTake it slow babyFive nine to Five Guys it's all mine you know what's fineInvisible to the WorldIt seemed like so long ago when I put A Better America outWonders of the WorldIt was all for my girl, tables turn, bridges burn, it’s Howard SternIt's Howard Stern nahIt's Howard Stern yeahLike I’m smoking on some pound cakeWhile we living in this outbreakSometimes it’s better to stay clean and live free but I just wanna be free and be meBut I don’t knowBut I don’t knowI keep falling I keep stalling I keep ballin’I keep rhyming I keep climbing I keep timingI keep falling on my faceI need to get my ass back up and look at your faceRight in your eyes all in stereo, they’re barely curlsI’m just feeling the beat, while I’m rhyming the heatI’m reminiscing bout the memories I’ll haveAnd save all of the shit that made me a manAll the competition around me was never really stanIt's like I'm writing all my music, is never a planIt all comes from my own experiences, never standStand on your two feet, keep working don’t sleepYou love and die'Cause the color of your skin, the color of your eyes don’t matterIt’s all for youIt's all for you, the world is yoursThe world is yours you knowThe world is yours, the world is yours, you knowI transport all the tracksPut 'em out for the world so everyone can fucking see 'emNatural selection at its finestKings and queens live highest you know it's ryastKings and queens live highest you know it's biased, you knowOh shit man, let's goI got, THC in my CD playerI pull up the homies’ like yo what up playaWhat’s good it’s all mineWhat you got, this all mineI got five dollars with ones and twos and zerosIt all comes from the brain the ink the biroLike the spray paint put on the muralThese lyrics they ain’t sterile, it ain’t a Christmas carolThe world is yoursTake it while you can cause when it rains it poursI take it in fold, bag it up and it’s goldI dug you up from the gold mine now baby it’s your time to shineLemme rock you down head first, just burstI gotta throw the Subi in reverseI keep fighting all my fears, cause this shit is all nothing but a dreamNothing but a dream, it's nothing but a schemeIt's like I'm writing all the shit it's nothing to fear you know what I meanMan I wanna get famous I wanna make sure I look upside down the famousGot a dollar sign at the end of my name you knowI got a rattlesnake overtaking the names you knowTake it far awayI take you on a sane you know what I meanI look at you like a saint, look at you like a free manI know some you the same I just wanna get stained manIt's all consistent player, its optimistic mayorsIt's called couture, horticulturist and animisticCharismatic, aromatic and thermostaticMetastatic, oh my god that titty smackin'Titty smackin'Smack 'em on the head everybody tell me I ain't thereTake it on the wayI undertake you under my wing so I can show you the worldJust me and my girlSomeone I'm still looking for, somebody I been searching for all alongI been searching you all along I need youBaby girl can you come here I need youIt's all love where you areAnd now I got it said I got it no I got it man it's ChrisI keep rhyming to the top, to the phone, to the sky said it's Chris

so what do you sayWe just turn a blind eye to this, like Charles Ray's isBut one question I'd like to raise isCan you feel how the rage is just racing from meWell, let's just SAY it's a declarationOf my anger, while I mangleThese two faggots until you rate thisLevel of danger that I'm bringing at 'em - as rapistAnd after I'm done attackin' I canGo to the candy shack for a snack and grab a packOf m&m then after I'm rippin' 'emOpen- I go and throw the candy (W)rapperUp into the trash canAnd I know EM Stans can not stand me butI do not give a damn because the only Stan me fucks witCan only really be "Stan Lee", plusI can ante up all the Stans and suchAnd then lands they butts in a hole in the dirtIn the land so much that the whole damn panelFrom the PGA would stand and justThrow up they hands like "fuck it"Then stand before me and hand meAn honorary Stanley cupNow in this minute it's meant for meTo blend up some m&m's and his friendsWhen I'm ending them so then I'm getting KimThen I'm getting denace then I'm getting spencerAnd I'm ma mix 'em into EminemSo in the end, it'll just end upBeing mimi m&m and KIM and him and themAnd it's my sentiments that I send them inTo be synonyms for some Slim 'olImitating little midget bitch assMenacing women menAnd they can't beat this with they cheap tricksCos to me it's weak shit to be defeatedBy some freak mix of Shady friendsWho may try to make this beef stickBut any chance that my foot wont' snap offInto their greasy ass, the chance that not happeningWill always end up just being as Slim as JimAnd Eminem you say you be the G.O.A.TOh oh no wait, you must mean the billy goatOr either that goat for THE occult, oh you silly goatDude, I'll lyrically skin you alive and turn you into a winter coatThen I'd really wear you out, because I'm really coldAnd I would still reloadAnd produce super joints just to prove a pointNow roger that, okay now you Roger rabbitsWhile you try to dodge my rapsAnd super charged attacksLike little ratchet rabbit rappersNow feel the wrath and rapture of a ravishingRabid rapping raptorThat's wilder than RagnarokNow just how rad I rock?

Catch the flow, then catch my driftI'm in the zone, feeling way too sickI'm on a roll, and they on a dissI'm moving slow, but this money quickI'm moving costal like I'm in the oceanMy name loud, like a smell is potentNever stand still, gotta stay in motionI'm spitting hard, and they steady chokingAlways got told just to follow my dreamsBut they telling me now that I'm losing my streamsAnd they talk on the net but I don't do the beefLike I'm vegan, but cook 'em and eat 'em like meatMay have been too fast but you can't catch up with meI'm moving like a jet, supersonic moving speedI'm a forced to be reckoned, an anomalyI'm in the middle of the game, the definition of epitomeI know they getting sick of meI'm COVID spreading fast, cause I'm doing it differentlyAnd the games all mine, I been taking it stingilyAnd not giving a care about it, I been living it blissfullyIf I diss I do it softly, ain't forget about chivalryHalf the game got soft, gotta say it with sympathyAnd I rap so much, I been doing it minutelyTil the day I end up and I'm laying in a coffinKeep saying what I think, I ain't ever gon softenOn the mic sending message way too oftenI'm a danger to the game, better take a precautionI'ma slow it down in case you ain't hearIn my lane now, I can't change gearsNot leaving soon, think I'ma stay hereLike a friend that you known for like 8 yearsWhy you tryna be like slim?You won't be the next EminemYou think you're all that, but you ain't himBest believe when I say it, I am himCatch the flow, then catch my driftI'm in the zone, feeling way too sickI'm on a roll, and they on a dissI'm moving slow, but this money quickI'm moving costal like I'm in the oceanMy name loud, like a smell is potentNever stand still, gotta stay in motionI'm spitting hard, and they steady chokingHold up, I'm a convict of mass murderSpitting out these bars, then I eat y'all, burgerComing in hot like a comet I'm burningKeep tryna steal my spot, they ain't learningI don't need a ghost or AI to write lyricsI don't even need a beat I'll say it from the spiritI'm hunting everybody like a wolf in the pack, fear itThat's spiritA million other people wanna be like mePut the mic down, you nothing but a corpse in debrisGot it locked so tight, I don't need the keyI'm the 1, never end at the 2 or 3I don't care about a say from a he or sheHe say, she say, me say y'all fleasY'all trash, I could make a better track off peeI'll be the greatest in the game ATPI'm stomping y'all down, AT-ATYou nothing but a would be, wanna beWanna be me so bad, stalk wikiYou self absorbed but I'm more 3DThese ghosts don't stream, I could sell CD'sThis a race I'm winning, Grand PrixLost count of the kills here, dissing spreeDon't ever try to diss or discuss me

So here we go again, I picked upa pen, and let pain assaultThe pages, you knowLyrical geniuses are born from painful experiencesJust look at the lyrics of Dre and Em, and I relate to EminemAnd speaking of himHe recently unmasked his autism. Trapp livin like hellTrailer roach hotel, watching my mama sell prescription pills out the kitchenOh look, there's the pizza man again, running manicMen in and out of our houseWho's our stepdaddy now?

Broke, I need dollarsHopped in that stu, they heard grrr, like a chopperAyzetay a wizard with the flows, got the stick, Harry PotterAin't no kizzy, I was down bad, broke half, now I'm upI'm in the south side, this my side, fuck the other side, it's usWent from taxi to taxi because I couldn't afford the busIn the next six months, I need a Lamborghini truckMy mom thinks I've smoked too much already, you don't want no extraModimolle to Atalanta, Benjamin Franklin to Mandela'sIn the cut, PD tear drop in the cutLord Lucretius in this bitchGanjaz boys is going up2025 is a whole new me skiThrowing up a hashtag, it's all I do for free skiSquad, deep in KFC, we used to split a six pieceThen we lost that one piece, like Luffy when at sea skiTelling myself to be more present, make this moment last a littleYou don't have to chase it, it's like a safe, the way the bag is in youGod gave me the blueprint, meditated, then I had to visualManifesting to reality wasn't half as simpleYeahLet's get itBottom boys in this bitch and I ain't pulling outRikho pandamedza nyuku, this shit ain't for cloutNiggas riding every wave, you'd swear they on a boatNdi munwali, all my lyrics turn into a quoteAll these goats, I pull up on them, turn them to a coatI be chilled yet in booth, I'm really cutthroatDzhena studio nda bva ndo fara body bagBribonyela, I dzula yo nwa, and I let them sagMaking bread with all my niggas, though I highly bragGot a baddie in my pocket, all she do is nagFara choko, ndi wane banky, you can keep your fagKhou vha bikela dzi wave,hotou sala ragVha khou nyaga u mbvisa hone, but I'm here to stayStraight cap, chucks on, like I'm from LAIf you talking from experience, got a lot to sayThey think otherwise, but I'ma have it all my wayWanna see me fall, but for them I always prayAmenYeah, I always prayI always pray

Long time I ain't soberFuck with all this koshaMy only dream is to get my mumzy in a roverFuck what they sayin I don't care they don't even know usThey tried to make conspiracies and didn't even show upSo we gone get a toast upTell my bros come overShe telling me she wanna get suttin from fashion novaShe be borderline crazy when she cums on the sofaI like me a demon reason why I went and chose herrYh Yh YhNow they want closureYh Yh YhThey fucked me overBut let's forget bout that right now, I'll explain another timeGo and get your popcorn sit back and then reclineSoon we gone be whipping in those foreign luxury carsThen soon we gone hit up stadiums like the stade de FranceGot the zoot in cycle for hours like Tour de FranceNeed my chains like MJ wanna see those diamonds danceYeahhhhhhLet's go tour de FranceLet those diamonds danceLet's go have some funLet us be insightful got the zoot in cycleWe keep it real help out our bruddahs that's the right callDeep in her feels she wanted mrs as the titleSteeper the hill I'm at my peak I've done some milesI won't sign a deal awayOffer has to come in greatBentley Bentayga I want it maintenanced in nardo greyName better a trio then me Gabzi Tae I will waitNeed to see a mosh pit before I go on stageYeahBefore i go on stageYeahCommitted to my aimsMy cash is flowing and my lyrics are the sameWhen I get a tune with bane I'll pop champagneLong time I ain't soberFuck with all this koshaMy only dream is to get my mumzy in a roverFuck what they sayin I don't care, they don't even know usThey tried to make conspiracies and didn't even show upSo we gone get a toast upTell my bros come overShe telling me she wanna get suttin from fashion novaShe be borderline crazy when she cums on the sofaI like me a demon reason why I went and chose herrYeahhhhGet my bruddahs dressed up in MonclerDon't claim you know me you wasn't thereLike we do not rate the hatersThey listen to my art but they really miss the makerMy bruddahs don't count favoursWe really bun on flavoursAll my cash is in the safe it's feeling like my tape isI got all these payslips anyway we gotta make itTaking all my shots like I am aiming at my paigonsThey give me stairs I elevatehold up let me demonstrateWe come from the bottom now they'd die for this like heavens gatesAll these woman down for me but I just give em hella spaceSpit on it like Eminem, blow me like a renegadeOver here we never cap Welcome to our factoryFuck Alla this blasphemy too fake (tooth ache) like a cavityProbably got some red flags in their circle like their JapaneseI can't let that happen like when defences were hacking meI think it's a tragedyMust be Kylies boyfriend on the top coz they're a travestyHuh on the beat I'm bouncing like a trampolineFrom a different planet if I drop there's zero gravityLong time I ain't soberFuck with all this koshaMy only dream is to get my mumzy in a roverFuck what they sayin I don't care, they don't even know usThey tried to make conspiracies and didn't even show upSo we gone get a toast upTell my bros come overShe telling me she wanna get suttin from fashion novaShe be borderline crazy when she cums on the sofaI like me a demon reason why I went and chose herr

Im the epitome of my generationGetting hate for that line I’ll give reparationsTime traveller said theres thousands of mini me’sBetter then some cock gobbling pimple throbbing mumble bitchUnappealing like popping a zitOh shitThis is a flex track and it’s time to fucking spitNot a sonnet epic poem ballad or a limerickAnd not something the dentist says to me after I swallow shitSpit in the face of adversityI meant advisoryI don’t care if a parent whips their kids heinyFor buying thisI mean streaming thisI ain’t get a fucking centNot a dollar nickel dime or toonieToo loco and way too loonieWord to EminemHa ha sue meSue sylvester in my wrestling cornerIt’s a hollywood game nightwhen I rip mic’s and I start fightsBrings me glee to inciteA riot fuck going on another dietI just tell the voices in my head to be quietAm I teddy daniels or andrew ladeissWhichever one makes you people buy my latestI wanna be debated and even hatedConstantly opinionatedHave I been fated to the greatest or simply just a mistakeIs the constant stream of lyrics and bass lines for everyone onlyOr is everything I’m saying soon to be gone like shomiI would rather throw meOff the roof of a fucking towerThen be forced to keep my mouth shut and just cowerThese punk fucks and pussies been getting pushyTrying to cover up their thoughts so they so bushyWord to yeezy you cant tell me nothinFuck you up worse then coby's car concussionYeah I’m giving real facts thats somethingTablecloth glued down, this table nothings fucking off itSo if you wanna hear me talk about getting fucking litThe OJ simpson of rap watch me acquitThen go drive off a bridge just quitI ain’t here to make jokes dawg this is itThis my fucking life my family friends my ballsPutting everything on the line ain’t taking no more callsTo all my extended family I know that you’ll be mad at meFor spewing this profanity and causing calamityYou don’t got to be a fan of meThat’s the bottom line I said my pieceI’m a full fledged rapper now alright kapeshDone with this beat baby girl can you massage my feetI’m drinking a pina colada and smoking that hashishUntil I get back in the fucking labAnd begin picking off all these scabsYou goddamn right I’m madAre you glad

Yeah I can killem with different rythmns of massive momentumI can fillem with Eminem venom but also an illnessThat’s a little bit more than alota bit different in terms of twistedComing Equipped with a sicknessA pen, a pad, and a visionI stick em an bic em on pads I’m slashing like victimsAnd for people who listenBy bic Em, I’m basically saying the brand of pen I’ve been pickinIm Peter Parker’s Peter piperI picka lyric an stick it To sheets of parchment like a collar so I can leash it and spray it Like arsenic, like hitlers chambers except a lot more dangerousAnd worse than Dante’s arrangementI’m burning mics like these pagesHaShit I ran out of beat

If I found the lifeWould you tell me I'm out of time for the night?Would you tell me I'm falling down far and IWas guided by your light?I'm down for the rideYou're a star shining at nightIf I found the lifeWould you tell me I'm out of time for the night?

Overthinking till there's nothing left in me, and my positive thoughts are all dead to meYou got the gold but I never read the g, and yeah that lines old like all my enemiesCause I kill em all with the first pen I see, call me an assassin cause they dead acBut fuck assassin like Kyra, dope mc, that's what I am and that's what I'm meant to beMy mind is a pore, I open the jaw, spit it from the core, but what's in the coreAgreements from court, a meta that's for, rap and metaphors, clap I just scoreWhat I'm rapping for, is to kill em all, never leave em bore, with the whole (hole) of corpsI do all my chores, then I work some more, on the music course, need more laps of courseAnd you need more naps of course, and you should really listenAnd you should not interrupt, I don't need your opinionDidn't have much to start off, worked with what I was givenGot this far by working hard, work a bit then you give inI drive the bars like manual cars, I grind in dark and under starsYou grind in jars, then throw it far, put out my char, with your wet jarA sticky task, if I may ask, what's with the mask, hiding your taskBackstab and cask, the mates you past, I wanna blast, you to the castCause I need time to win, work in my room writing, recording then writing, again that's where I beenYour shit ass like my chin, this is me warming up, foreshadowing the threat, that's a shark to a finAnd I rap with a grin, even on the sad songs, cause the rap makes me sane, never board (Bored) to the pinAlways born to my twin, like the old Eminem, and the man's evil twin, cause I split then I spinOverthinking till there's nothing left in me, and my positive thoughts are all dead to meYou got the gold but I never read the g, and yeah that lines old like all my enemiesCause I kill em all with the first pen I see, call me an assassin cause they dead acBut fuck assassin like Kyra, dope mc, that's what I am and that's what I'm meant to beI spent 24 hours on all my song as if I fuckin own daysFlying over my success just to examine it like a drone phaseQuestioning how the fuck the kid stays consistent when he gets no payWell it's the passion that keeps me on the grind even on my B-DayI'm running the rounds, they judging me now, cash in the amounts, not much but the soundKeeps me sane with pounds, on my back and now, feeling sad and down, but then I surroundMyself with the music, making them feel stupid, sorta like the cupid, in love with the losinThey after gold uses, they keep the L clueless, I'm now the god fluid with lyrics I'm nuisance (New sense)Finna go vroom, finna go boom, please don't assume, random with tunesConsistent moves, pause nah resume, always on move, always got fumesAlways got smoke, asthmatic bloke, but I won't choke, different from mostI burn your bread, I eat the toast, that's fast 5 joke, Dom made em brokeCause I'm burning and hurting my health is so concerning, all my thoughts be murmuring to take route for cash earningIf I do no returning, I don't want to be serving, another man his journey, independence I turningTo so I can be learning, to be better confirming, a better me and burning, the bridges be disturbingOnly need cream when churning, for butter I am turning, so I'm smooth with the wordings, and not with the wave surfingI shot my shot and shot heads off, I hip then hop, my hip go popLike Pop you cough, and drop the lot, you rip em off, I r.i.p em offAnd they gon puff, laughing at us, cause I'm not tough, giving a fuck?

I’m the fucking rap manPut me on the map manThe best yeah it’s a fact manShut your fucking trap manRappers today yeah they don’t need Talent (It’s lit)I guess I gotta show mine and bring Back the balanceThey be likeI got no flow, nice clothes, all new to MeHoes, pills, lean, don’t forget about My jewelryI could rap about some real nice shitOr mumble and not even make any SenseThis new school shit just ain’t my ThingTriplet flows but they can’t even singFuelin all the hate from the red right WingCall yourself a legend but you ain’t a KinhMaybe you should do some work on Your lyricsMaybe you should stop drinkin the SyrupStop rappin on beats that you got on ClearanceWork on a talent and not your AppearanceIm goin off, (he’s goin off)Don’t even act like your competitionRackin up streams actin like you the ManUntil your label takes all the CommissionAnd maybe it’s a mission or it’s gods PlanMaybe it’s somethin only I can’t standBut I crumble you bitches like a Gingerbread manAnd piss on this shit like it was bed PanI’m here to take it out like the Garbage manStuff all your music into garbage CansThis shit is just a big pile of trashSounds like a fart cause your shit is so AssI’m the fucking rap manPut me on the map manThe best yeah it’s a fact manShut your fucking trap manI’m the fucking rap manPut me on the map manThe best yeah it’s a fact manShut your fucking trap manNo I’m not Mac, g Eazy, logic, or EminemI’m not action bronson yelawolf mgk, I’m the chef it’s imminentLike thanos I’m inevitableThe greatest it’s unquestionableWhy you even askin hoe?

Nigga je moet alles doen voor die airplayOok al vind je hele hood het extreemFuck respect hebben in de rapgameBuma Stemra dat is wat je echt paidAl wiep je honderd bitches backstageDodge je bullets net als kaolo Max PayneNever dat die onzin jou stacks geeftVoor Hilversum ben je geen talent neeAl klink je net als SBMGOf doe je alles zoals Ronnie Flex deedAl bouncen blanke pubers met jou tracks meeHilversum wil blanke rappers per seGeen blackface niggaOh shit jullie zijn doneDit is hoe de fuck je op de radio komtNigga zo doe je dat nigga zo doe je datNigga zo doe je dat nigga zo doe je datDie lyrics klinken tight manMaar helaas ben je niet een white manJe bent op internet een hype kanMaar never dat Giel Beelen jou draait wantDie yo yo hiphop is te saai manDoe iets met een band net als KytemanGers en Kraantje Pappie dat is tight manDeze sound is ook veel te JamaicanGeen trommels en ratelen dat is negerherrieNicki Minaj is te donker geef me Kate PerryGeef me Iggy Azalea die prachtige snolDan blaf ik haar vol met sap in haar holSpring uit die kaolo slachtofferrolGooi een beetje dance en wat rock voor een hit manNigga bleek je huid je moet lookoe als een witmangNigga zo doe je dat nigga zo doe je datNigga zo doe je dat nigga zo doe je datAangenaam ik ben een man van de radioEn voor die yo yo muziek is te weinig animoKom uit die slachtofferrol als Quincy GarioWhite privilege ga lekker terug naar ParamariboWant het heeft niks te maken met huidskleurWe weten wat ons publiek het liefst luistertDoe je rapjes met een melodietjeGebruik geen slang dat klinkt te negroïdeEn we draaien best regelmatig rapjes hoorEminem Iggy Azalea en MacklemoreJa toevallig zijn ze allemaal blankWat een gejank het is nu eenmaal net een andere klankKanye West klinkt veel beter met Paul McCartneyWe horen liever een gitaar bij een zwarte artiestDus rappertje neem dit advies tactischHet wordt eens tijd dat je een ander pad kiestWant we willen alleen rock of danceStop die rap tenzij je een blanke jongen bentHier in Hilversum bepalen wij hoe tof je bentFuck je fans de blakkaman blijft onbekendOh shit jullie zijn doneDit is hoe de fuck je op de radio komtNigga zo doe je dat nigga zo doe je datNigga zo doe je dat nigga zo doe je datGooi een beetje dance en wat rock voor een hit manNigga bleek je huid je moet lookoe als een witmangNigga zo doe je dat nigga zo doe je datNigga zo doe je dat nigga zo doe je datIk zie die million views op die YoutubeMaar die radio money is die doekoeNigga zo doe je dat nigga zo doe je datNigga zo doe je dat nigga zo doe je datSeems like only yesterday when I had to faceDancing in a masqueradeWhy am I sad today ain't nobody pass awayBut I can't put the past away half asleep and half awakeI'm in a scary place dwelling on the past againIt's so embarrassing to have to say I am a slave and I am ashamedI'm so embarrassed can someone tell me whyBaby I don't know how to look you in the eyeI feel so naked baby I can't lieBaby I don't know how to look you in the eyeKijk kijk kijk zo doe je datShout outs naar Giel BeelenOmdat hij alleen maar dit soort prachtige songs de kans geeftBroertje luister Je moet je aanpassenNiemand will die lappen tekst horen blablablablaGeen refreintjes geen featurings met BN'ersYu dom boerkieYu de radio is van de witmangDus als je op de radio wil moet je zijn als een witmangZeg het met me ik ben een witmangShout outs naar all m'n witmangs trouwensKraantje Gers Diggy Dex DioChef' Special Jett Rebel RacoonNielson De Jeugd Van TegenwoordigJob de Witmang schrijf een goede recensie voor me tochI'm so embarrassed can someone tell me whyBaby I don't know how to look you in the eyeI feel so naked baby I can't lieBaby I don't know how to look you in the eye