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Baby T-Rex (response to a bitch)
- //Chorus:
- You started writing that, [jit](https://urbandictionary.store/products/mug?defid=4985962#slide1), a month, ago,
- You ain't a lyricist, kid you're a, fu cking joke
- How the fuck you spend so long on that shit, you hoe?
- Just another dumb ass bitch, look what the fuck, you wrote.
- //Verse 1:
- Got X Factor members hitting me up for a feature,
- "Wanna collab?" She chill but I don't roll ops,
- [I'm solo dolo](1.Law; malice. 2.literary: frode, fraud/deceit. I'm acting alone bitch, not in a team), makes it easier cos I leave no witnesses,
- [Got these hyenas front wheeling](unlike dogs, hyenas are front wheel drive. Goofy ass X Factor rap as funny as they run), riding each other's cocks.
- Imagine calling that shit a "[Real Rap Anthem](more like Real Crap Anthem)",
- All I see is "nigga nigga nigga", mother fucker I'm Asian,
- I'm yellow, you're Ralph I'm Lisa Simpson,
- Sonning all you shit mumble rappers, told you this years my whole season.
- The fuck is "Nartuto"? This lames a fucking weeb,
- Only touches 2D bitches, scared of real women in the streets,
- All I see is an ass licking T Rex that can't even use his head,
- "Come in Buzz, thanks to that short armed bitch Woody's dead".
- You say "nigga" a lot, every single time you're beefing, but you're only earning whips and chains cos your lyrics have no freedom,
- Caged in your mind wondering "what's a synonym?", if you call everyone slaves you think you're killing em',
- You ain't killing shit, so get your mouth off your leaders dick, or record it as background noise for an adlib,
- We get that you suck at rap but you ain't gotta suck someone off trying to make a hit twinkerbell, stay mad kid.
- //Chorus:
- You started writing that, jit, a month, ago,
- You ain't a lyricist, kid you're a, fu cking joke
- How the fuck you spend so long on that shit, you hoe?
- Just another dumb ass bitch, look what the fuck, you wrote.
- //Verse 2:
- Dumb little puppet you only hit me with ten lines, lame turd
- Seventeen words were same slurs. You a mumble rapper I know even that shit made your brain hurt,
- "Come for the X and you get the horns", kid literally on his knees at the glory hole,
- Damn right, I'll fucking break his legs. Rip them fake blunt horns off and hang em' on my trophy wall.
- I'm Asian bitch, but for you clown I'm Native Indian,
- You a mumble rapper, scalp your wig with bushido precision,
- Here to cull the numbers, your dumbass too braindead to know how to procreate,
- I don't care that Jeezy's fucking you in the ass, tickling the prostate ain't how a baby's made.
- You clowns try going all in everytime you decide to come at me,
- I half ass this shit, you're appetizers before I smash Jeezy's head open later with the dinner plate,
- Throwing all these votes oh no what a tragedy stop the cap,
- Dick riding faggots I don't care, y'all a blasphemy to this thing called rap.
- Only thing I give a shit about is that this ain't scored a B minus,
- Cos I know for a fact all the X Factor recruits, be minors,
- Looking down on everyone but sucks at rap you fossil bitch, Re tire,
- Egotistical, bouncing this T rex kid on your testicles, gave y'all a warning but he fired.
- //Chorus:
- You started writing that, jit, a month, ago,
- You ain't a lyricist, kid you're a, fu cking joke
- How the fuck you spend so long on that shit, you hoe?
- Just another dumb ass bitch, look what the fuck, you wrote.
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