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.