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Bringin' Fire (Crispy2 Burn)
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- This motherfuckin' punk must be off his meds or drunk cause he ain't never put nobody in a goddamn trunk
- His fucking raps are some bunk ass junk and I'll bet all that burned up flesh smells worse than a fuckin' skunk
- Talking about me leaving RapPad, he ain't just crazy, he's mad, he must've lost his mind while grievin' his dad
- That might be sad but fuck it I'm glad, he can suck my gonads, he mad that clout is somethin' he never had
- I'll terrorize the rotten motherfucker like my name's Osama Bin Laden, it's insane he dissed Coin after bobbin' N slobbin' on his johnson
- He was never good enough for adoption, foster care is as close as he's gotten, swarmin' his ass with my squadron is always an option
- I know I'm unkind but this fuckin' chump looks like a pork rind, the only way he's gettin' any pussy is if she's blind
- A freak like that should be confined, he has maybe 1 friend combined, if I felt inclined he'd be gettin' his rotten ass teeth realigned
- Fuckin' burned up loser lookin like Freddy Kreuger on a computer, he found out young that fire is a flesh consumer
- That's what I call humor cause I'm an abuser, this fuckin' schmoozer needs to realize that, like fire, I'm a pain producer
- Sayin' he's cooked would be an understatement, his mind is vacant, he's far from fragrant, he lives in a shelter cause he's a vagrant
- He's not entertainment even though kids stare in amazement, he's fuckin' complacent and a freak like him belongs locked in the basement
- He says he's gonna retire, he can't handle the smoke so I'm bringin' fire, he's in a quagmire, his time here has expired
- His mind has gone haywire, I'll hit a homerun with his head like I'm Mark Mcguire, take a match and turn his shelter into a funeral pyre
- Honestly, I'm tired of having to deal with this monstrosity constantly, obviously animosity for me is his whole philosophy
- He talks about sodomy like it's a comedy, he lacks modesty, he's probably starting a "rap school" cause he lookin' for a prodigy
- He suffers from mediocrity and hypocrisy, he's jealous of my monopoly, he needs to seek a specialist in psychology
- He's a wannabe, I'll hit him from so many angles he'll think I'm doin' geometry, my raps are quality and I do em with ferocity
- Boy, you fuckin' with a demon, a straight up heathen, I'm overachievin' with the hate I'm releasin' and you catchin' a beatin'
- Your words are deceivin', my hate is increasin', this beef is uneven, I'm so far ahead you'll be callin' a policeman sayin' I'm cheatin'
- You grievin' and I'm laughin' like a comedian, I'm so fuckin' cold you're freezin', this is your career gettin' eaten
- Caught in the web I'm weavin', watchin' you weaken, I can't be beaten, I'm stayin' here, you're the one that's leavin'
- I feel like I'm kickin' a corpse with no remorse, he' the most unpopular person on the site that no one supports
- For me this is sports, yeah, I'm warped with my retorts, I guess I better stop before someone calls the cops and starts filing reports
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