PUNCHLINES YOU'D PUT IN A RAP SONG

Ninja hood with my Method mask
Ghost Eagle lookin like Inspecktah Gadg
NT like NY infested with some beta rats
They soft and tight, Mad cuz I'm often right
I only jog at night, so I can dodge the light
U dodged my left, I hit u wit a barrage of rights
Quite often like Loften my sox were white
But now it look like I got frosted Bite.
I stay with a black foot, No Indian.
Or like Fab 5, no Jimmy King
No JRose he rode that racist **** out like Sybians
Kim Jong with Syrians, Laughing with Rodman chillin in the Carribeans
Snorkeling and boating with amphibians
With Kimmy's and Aunt Vivian's
Busting all kinds of Jimmy Jims
In all these ladies and their women friends
Bumpin ODB shimmy shim
Eating like a Guinea Pig
Smoking on a Trippy Stick
Sleep and do the **** again.
 
Make 20k last week, that already spent. You're album sales stay low, called dat Ninja rent.

A dude like me, you'll never be. Dem grey market Jordan 3s, its da same materials B
 
***** you soft !!!
I'll murk you and ya whole fam
You a nobody *****, yous signed to amaglam
I got ties to the streets *****, call me a knot
I'm tied up like a knot, mean while you just not
***** I'm hot, don't **** with me.
You soft *****, I'll pop the trunk have you...
bleeding wild detrimentally
***** you stupid
I'll PUT you in the bushes
I'm HIDING in the bushes
My GLOCK is in the bushes
Ya BODY in the bushes
You ******* with a real *****
A real street *****
Real Supreme *****
New York Killa
Rico snitchin god, that ain't realla

I got 10 automatics
9 semiautos
8 muskets
7 kilos of that brown dope
6 revolvers
5 holsters
4 ****** working my block
3 ******* sucking the cock
2 hands gripping the glock
And one tongue with a razor on lock
My jaw locked up
I ain't getting locked up
**** with me you get clapped up, racked up
Eyes blacked up

Ya whole team, SOFT
Ya whole fam, SOFT
Ya mans and em, SOFT
YOU....SOFT

ME, I'm livin in a LOFT
Put you in the river god, body floating lifeless
Have ya family in a crisis
Amber alert, my *****, where is you at?
Can't no body find you, cus ya head pushed back
Fam can't make ya face out, with all them wounds
Closed casket funeral *****, Layin in a tomb

Later on that day, I'm still on the block
Still drinkin heinys, hand on my glock
If the cops come through, imma swallow my crack
Dip home for a minute, take a **** out back.
Pick my rocks back up, and sell em off to a fiend
That's how we get money on the streets of Queens

Now let me take you to my other crib in the Ville
Not shady, but Brown, where the ****** is real
We tote tec 9s
And carry Mac 10s
Rock Jordan 11s
And we smash only 12s
Ain't no 13 on the clock, so we on the block til 1
Serving fiends religiously, till the night is done
Once 2 o clock hit, we headed to the club
Gats still on us, popping bottles of bub
You wanna act up *****? Break a bottle over ya head
Have you bleeding at the bar, have ya white denim all red

Kicked outta the club by 4, now I'm back on the block.
Drinking a guiness, hand still on my glock
I'm feeling kinda wavy, so imma hop in the ride
Get behind the wheel and take a trip to da heights
 
Some of these comments be getting dudes so mad, talking fake prophecies like The Nomad
 
I'll Solonge your Jayz, Cats trynna play me

pretty lazy the way I blaze b

have your girl dirty dancing, P. Swayze

whether good or bad I'm Nic Cage B

this simple simon simping ****s

on they Micheal Sams sippin ****s

I can't hang with cats less they pimpin ***s

fraud willies leave limpin ****s

matter fact, your two wheels leave tracks

while I leave tracks, cranked liked cooked crack

Bennie Blanco from the bronx knows facts

so step back it's return of the Mack

or the Jedi, leave ****** sleeping like the red eye

all up in your head no red dye

its red **** that make souls get high

so let sleeping dogs lie

Keystyle for that ***.
 
I gotcha girl chillin in my bunk bed..

She stay riding the cobra, meth head..

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You better give me the respect that I deserve or I'ma take it by force
Blast you with a 45 colt, make you summersault
Shock you with a couple hundred thousand volt thunderbolts
Before you wanted a war, now you wanna talk
It's about who strikes the hardest, not who strikes first
That's why I laugh when I hear that wack *** verse
That **** was the worse [pause] rhyme I ever heard in my life
cause the greatest rapper of all time died on March 9th
God bless his soul rest in peace kid
It's because of him now at least I know What Beef is
It's not what I would call this (nah) see this is somethin different
A ****** ***** tryin ta make a livin offa dissin
Somebody that he gotta know is betta than him
but he feelin himself, cause he got more cheddar than him
Well lemme tell you somethin, you might got mo' cash then me
But you ain't got the skills to eat a *****'s *** like me
And if you really want to show off, we can get it on
Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom
I'll let you kick a verse, **** it, I'll let you kick em all
I'll even wait for the studio audience to applaud
Now watch me rip the tat from your arm
Kick you in the groin, stick you for your Vanguard award
In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born
Make your wife get on the horn call Minister Farrakhan
So he could persuade me to squash it, I saw naw he started it
He forgot what a hardcore artist is
A hardcore artist is a dangerous man, such as myself
trained to run 20 miles in soft sand
On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars off hand
from a lost and forgotten land, you done did it man
You done spitted some wack ****tit
And probably thought that because it's been a minute I'll forget it
**** that, cause like Common and Cube I see The ***** In Yoo
and I'ma make the world see it too, ************
 
Yo I come through slapping folks
Betas alphas and average joes
7th account and still be talking trash to folks
Report me when I have a joke
Y'all treat me like a radical
Vatican harassing popes
Draya thread all laugh and jokes
Bunch of virgins who don't have a stroke
NT meet so I can grab a throat
Or maybe I'll just grab a rope
Hanging like a dap from bros
Maybe I'll adapt a smoke
No meth cuz maybe I'll go ghost



Damn I'm kinda raw.

Bruh

:pimp:
 
7th account ,you still lame should be exiled
Gone forever, like your avy was reptile
You dead now
A troll who dont even lift
I bet u take a ____ you dont even sit
I let yo moms suck my ____ she dont eva spit
She said "I dont know his name, I think its richie rich"
I seen u in a thread talkin bout god and the bible
I know you got 10 pms wit yeezus disciple
I lay in my bed wit dimes
Yo pillow you cuddle
Dat feelin you got now
Dats yo jimmies they rustled

I seen that slick edit and paste
You get shredded to waste
With ya head beheaded with the thread of the blade
I leave u jammed in paramedics with jakes
 
Like Kevin I Durant (do rant), try to do it like me but you can't
 
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