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Mumble Rappers
- Aight we don't got a beat to put this to
- So just read it however it looks to you.
- I'm through with these games, it's a shame, the industry is lame,
- All these big names, think they earned that fame.
- Listening to people pissin' on and dissin' songs, think they're the best
- But they're wrong, good songs are long gone
- Ever since the instance of Mumble Rappers, it goes on and on.
- These people rap like they got a cock in their mouth no sock for down south.
- Autotuning is ruining the industry, see that's what they rely on,
- It really, maddens me. What's the point of mumble rappers.
- They blew this joint with C4, to the point where good rap don't
- Exist no more. They give rap a bad name, this ain't their biz, not their game.
- I hate them all. Now answer my call and we can show them how to rap, don't stall,
- Give it all, you got, lemme see your best shot, that's what I thought
- You're distraught, bought into my words, sought refuge. "It hurts!"
- Well I don't care, the industry is stripped bare, this shit is on the air
- I'm havin' a fit, this ain't a bit, I'm tired of it, grab the med kit
- Not for me, for the babies that cry, when you poke and pry, into their songs
- They want you to die. They despise, you for revealin' their lies.
- It's a disgrace, you expectin' praise? Get the hell outta my gaze
- You're a pawn in the game, it's a shame, all you want is fame, you maim
- The game, I'm goin' insane, time to rain on your parade, you've been played
- Feel the pain of my blade in your back as I attack, break and crack
- Your back, I'm stacked, like a maniac, till there's nothin' left in the sack
- No comeback You're finished, been diminished by words
- You cowards, I hate you all, what you write ain't what you call
- Rhymes, oftentimes your music Is a crime, should be illegal to use it
- Think you have wit and skill? I'll shit on what you writ', I will
- Until you take your pill, cause your crazy, your rhymes are lazy, hazy,
- Don't make sense to me baby. Go home and write a story,
- Don't make it corny shorty, if it's salty, I'll end thee, nobody'll be sorry
- To see your body go down the Johnny. That's a challenge to the bunch
- Of savages who lunge and plunge into a song, only to expunge
- The contents of a dong. Good songs are gone, my pain has been prolonged
- I'm bored of this crap, I'd rather get hit by a Ford in a snap than listen
- To a record that sounds like a fap. I'mma end here, goddamn I need a beer
- One last message, write a good song, we'll judge on whether I get
- A haemorrhage from the barrage of the strong scent of turds that are
- Your words, petty bastards or maybe I was wrong all along too headstrong
- Prove it, this is your ticket to separate you from the degenerates
- Don't be desperate, I'd hate for it to be too late, or perhaps
- I'd celebrate, at this rate I'll be at the pearly gates in a bad state
- Change my fate, I'm counting on you, don't make me sue
- I paid for you out the wazoo, I'm feelin' blue, what else is new?
- Don't fail, you're my crew, I ain't payin' bail for any of you screws.
- These raps are lyrical abuse, it's a ruse, my fuse is about to blow
- And bruise your flow. If that's the case, I won this game, you're too slow
- This is a turtle race and I'm a rabbit bro.
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