Baby T-Rex (response to a bitch)

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.

 

Got X-Factor members hitting me up for a feature,

"Wanna collab?" She chill but I don't roll ops,

I'm solo dolo, makes it easier cos I leave no witnesses,

Got these hyenas front wheeling, riding each other's cocks.

 

Imagine calling that shit a "Real Rap 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.

 

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.

 

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.

 

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.