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PASTA!
- //INTRO//
- O' World forgive me, for I have been,
- And still to this very day, a sinner
- Erase the errors, clean the blood, me, so keen
- Tell me more, I yearn for spiritual freedom for a life that's righter
- What' you crave for? The mode of the feud,
- To earn your marks by staining other's, a few writers
- All the same, one big coalition, hidden on one tied web
- See, your lyrical situation is a fun little attraction, one step
- You and I can both rap with 'Ion' I give you and I my props, one rep
- After another, questions after answers I see why they think you a bop
- Geez, wait, yo man I got somethin' for you
- //SECOND PART//
- Ay, Ay, Ay,
- B B Business put you on it
- R R Rap show you how to do it (huh)
- I can word my strife, impersonate this life
- M M Mo' money mo' success ain't shit different
- Udon double back on that C.R.E.A.M make that call
- Your last PS later sooner copy paste my spice's to commit to your fall (sup!)
- Don't take it 2D it's all about milking that shit gotta be no lactose intolerant
- C plus V, in silence sip my soda watch you cry over any fee fee
- It's no one can tell me bout no way to rap bout that crap, huh
- On crack you say gagging pushing oldies and givin' map, listen
- Fuck everybody, huh that's on my body (he's heating up!)
- Fuck sneak dissing
- Dickheads thinking they cooking, hitch confidence but it's no tiramisu, huh
- Already dead he may play it scred but he scared of my rhyme choppa, huh
- Cross one shitty artist off the list ain't that my issue (hit the )
- Blood on the ink but I been writing fucking carbonara (hit the floor)
- Triple double on that trouble this can get deep with that crew, fah
- 1, 2, 3, dribble back get that sauce you wanna make a bet?(ay)
- Sleepin on me belt that my dialogues not your matress, yuh
- Think you can take my stray man the D's not gon assure your stay, like
- Grab a leaf, turn a fella guts into spaghettis, like
- Miniature as shrimp the dif's so no low I'll make that alfredo, like
- Guess Gen's X Rated the game's gushin' out to ignorance is bliss,
- Set it off, I'm what they feelin 'feelin' as in not your what eh? Ego, huh
- So called 'Good Rap' tryna force it down my rigatte, pesto, huh
- T T The most hated green n' already dead, homie who without a staff, ay
- Pom Pom Pom the GG to your geez that's all private clientele, (yeah!)
- Say twin, tried not to make the OK an AK but your ideas ain't my fav, ay
- L L Like NAV tryna find some way dissed it all tangled like tagliatelle, huh
- Doot Doot Doot L on L rap bout guns but he won't bare that lyrical bullet
- S'&'M wrong person wrong content, man I make art like ballet (shit!)
- //THIRD PART//
- That's XXX but reading that all my ions tryna ZZZ, like
- Who ballin' better than me, who harder than me (shit )
- Callin' your shit rap, man might even call porno true cinema
- Yall miso slurping really gotta tongue bout gyoza? (damn )
- I'm rhyming and I'm cooking so fuck your dictionnary (come on!)
- Some on some GPT chat bout D and K but they nerdy as D'n'D
- Ain't thinkin' corny I'm more mass macaroni execution oriented (set it!)
- Who's me for sure not some G I'm a chef I'll make that dish track sacred
- Tryna make 'Good ass music' listenin' to ye still prayin' he's no nazi
- Motherfucker tryna get that 'Good ass job' keepin' his pop star on the flee
- Yeah, yeah, yeah gnochii on that JPEG like that one musico speck bro,
- The 200's lil dreg whoa all I see's rolling heads like bowling bro,
- Strike that photo all his music the source to my public PNG though
- Gotta thank that fake mafia I'll lyricize that ASAP after things get rocky
- Fuck it, I'll raviolicize that agenda gotta ANTI that past line gotta thank RIRI
- Diculous flow on that poke man let em inhale the exhaust, RICEY
- M M Many pieces of okay doke sake topic rest of da red on my vante
- Revolutionize el rest del lens like parmesan on the penne,
- Please excuse my espanol maybe in italian I can show you my most
- Wearin' gucci like versace a lie or two the cost is your worded sashay
- Actin' like they gettin' all mamacitas, shit's to mamma mia at
- So fresh so clean them gotta think 3K talk never fall flat (okay!)
- Truth is your pen is kinda weak it's to farfalle away for,
- A whole other vocabulary, try and tell me something I ain't know before
- That you'd dedicate a whole catalogue to the opposite G and sex
- With a fork dissectin' that bit of a faker folk the pros is you know your 'ions'
- The cons is you may find a bit weirdy the reason to these checks
- Like all that phone talk really what are these teen complexions?
- On the street passin' that 'no homo' problemo like he no homophobic bro,
- Quite frankly, that's one loud perfomance for such a quiet moron bro,
- So called hitmaker so said goat but he silenter than any underground,
- Down to that rotten yolk number to even dumber lyrics
- Motherfucker tryna do no wack now but how can he he hides in gimmicks,
- Geezy who you foolin', think anyone boilin' with that sound?
- Man I don't give a fuck bout yall's ego
- I'm that motherfuckin' guy n' I'm that bitch
- X C X like that NICO's flow boutta turn sumo
- Gon assure that death grip cause 25' this that year of the snitch
- How's bout a check balance next wanna see me do abracadabra, shit
- A bit of convo's for the promo n' the hurrah's worth a bit of lasagna,
- Your catalogue, razzy worthy little issue
- So note my words, ratatouille cause
- The ramsay of that community, knifin' down any MVP lingueni comin' at me
- What'd you really value, art's what shoulda woulda coulda
- Might've been good cooking but here's an issue
- He flocka'd that rap a lil too pasta,
- Fuck
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