All you gotta do is try to catch the flow. The beat ain't slow nor too fast.
I'ma blow my nose, LAUGH and eat the tissue,
You gon' tell I'm crazy?! I just say I got issues.
I'ma throw up and kiss you, with ma' tongue and shit,
Then stick my dick right up there, through your thong, bith./
If yo' pussy's virgin, trust me, it gon' be hurtin',
Years ago I used to be jerkin' behind the curtain.
So fuckin' much that i got my downstairs achin',
But now...Run, giaaaaaaaalz, 'fore your himens start breakin'./
Now put this shit in pause;............................................ ....
My ideas' so deep that only after I go backstage I get applause.
FUCK; is this what the call the complicity of simplicity?
Screw it; after I die, half 'o the world's gonna be missin' me./
This beat is catchy ain't it? Even though my flow's weird,
[massive speed up]: I can speed up two-quarters in a line and make a motherfuckin' million-dollar-rapper carrer.
Why? Cuz the next two lines I'll be spittin' slow.
Hellou; whut up; it's me; Kritical;/
This shit's ain't even professional, but I ain't a professional,
I'm only good at rollin' jointz and doin' gangbang anal.
They all sayin' I'm evil; aight then, let it be so,
You diss me - then I kill you, so we both gon' be equal./
My story'll have a sequel, it's already confirmed,
Music producer's a chick? I'ma get her face spermed.
What? Soundz THAT stupid?! Well, that's what I'm about,
Keep sprayin' verses, like cum, 'til I run the fuck out./
Feedz, if possible.
Peace.
Krit!cal.
I'ma blow my nose, LAUGH and eat the tissue,
You gon' tell I'm crazy?! I just say I got issues.
I'ma throw up and kiss you, with ma' tongue and shit,
Then stick my dick right up there, through your thong, bith./
If yo' pussy's virgin, trust me, it gon' be hurtin',
Years ago I used to be jerkin' behind the curtain.
So fuckin' much that i got my downstairs achin',
But now...Run, giaaaaaaaalz, 'fore your himens start breakin'./
Now put this shit in pause;............................................ ....
My ideas' so deep that only after I go backstage I get applause.
FUCK; is this what the call the complicity of simplicity?
Screw it; after I die, half 'o the world's gonna be missin' me./
This beat is catchy ain't it? Even though my flow's weird,
[massive speed up]: I can speed up two-quarters in a line and make a motherfuckin' million-dollar-rapper carrer.
Why? Cuz the next two lines I'll be spittin' slow.
Hellou; whut up; it's me; Kritical;/
This shit's ain't even professional, but I ain't a professional,
I'm only good at rollin' jointz and doin' gangbang anal.
They all sayin' I'm evil; aight then, let it be so,
You diss me - then I kill you, so we both gon' be equal./
My story'll have a sequel, it's already confirmed,
Music producer's a chick? I'ma get her face spermed.
What? Soundz THAT stupid?! Well, that's what I'm about,
Keep sprayin' verses, like cum, 'til I run the fuck out./
Feedz, if possible.
Peace.
Krit!cal.
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