Mumble Rappers
• Written by SlickPrick99
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.