Roadkill
• Written by RapBoat
If some sorry asshole even thinks they can step up and try to test me
They’ve already lost, because I’m not someone you should mess with
Because it’s not a fight, it’s a fucking massacre
How much do these people think they’re actually worth
Coming at me with their weak-ass opinions, I don’t give a single fuck, bitch
Your half-baked, two-brain-cell critiques don’t achieve nothin’
Your words have the weight of a fucking mosquito fart in a hurricane
I’ve got shit to do, I’ve got empires to build and victories to attain
And you’re flapping your gums like a goddamn wind-up toy
Sit the fuck down, now let’s talk about this bullshit society that loves to annoy
Us with their talk about being humble, fuck that, I won’t be quiet
Why should I hide my shine to make some insecure dipshit feel like a giant
Humility is overrated, because if I’m a fucking lion
Why should I pretend to be a housecat just so some trembling little cryin’
Mouse doesn’t piss itself in fear, that’s a you problem, not a me problem
And let’s talk about people throwing shade like it’s a hobby
These amateur nobodies actually think they can use their cheap-ass words
To penetrate my armor, bitch, please, I don’t have time for you nerds
I’m too busy casting my own damn shadow over every room I come in
Your insults are like trying to shoot a tank with a Nerf gun, bitch
All you’re doing is embarrassing yourself like an idiot
And let’s talk about these self-appointed critics
Who think they have some kind of authority over how I live
Who the fuck died and made you king of shit mountain
You don’t know me and you don’t know what I’m capable of
You’re out here throwing stones like a punk
When your own goddamn house is made of wet cardboard
Maybe focus on your own pathetic life some more
Instead of trying to tear down someone
Who’s so far out of your league it’s funny as fuck
You’ve got these clowns who try to take everything literally
And then they come at me and fail miserably
Bitch, you started this, you tried to step up to me like a clown
And now you’re crying because I knocked your ass out in the first round
That’s what you get for playing with fire
I don’t start shit, but I sure as hell finish it and then I rise higher
So if you can’t handle the heat, maybe don’t light the fucking match
Why the fuck do people waste their energy trying to make others sad
Is your life so pathetic and so utterly devoid of meaning
That the only joy you can find is in trying to mess with a superior being
That’s not just sad, it’s fucking humiliating
Go get a hobby, go read a book, hell, go stare at a wall while masturbating
And reflecting on your life choices, because right at this moment
You’re looking real goddamn pathetic and hopeless
Someone throws an insult, I don’t even flinch
Someone tries derailing me, I don’t give a shit
I just steamroll their ass without a second thought
I’m not just unbothered, but I also don’t want them to stop
Because I’m actively thriving on their failure to get me fazed
Fuck your lanes, I’m building my own goddamn freeway
And if you’re in the way, guess what, you’re about to be roadkill
The world doesn’t revolve around your feelings, it revolves around your skill
I’ve got shit to do, and I’m not asking for your permission to do it
Some people pretend to support you but secretly hope you end up losin’
I see through your bullshit, you’re not slick
Your envy is showing, and it’s ugly as shit
I’ll keep winning, and you can keep choking on your jealousy
Why the fuck do people underestimate me
Have I not made it clear enough, do I need a tattoo
On my goddamn forehead about how I’m better than you
Because apparently, some people still haven’t gotten the memo
Let me spell it out for you, I don’t lose, I don’t quit, I don’t go slow
So if you’re dumb enough to try me, I hope you know what’s gonna happen
Not only are you not in my league but you’re not even on my planet
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RapBoat
Member since July 10 2024