SHOT CLOCK VIOLATION (nickshady ...
• Written by wasp • Featuring NickShady624
tick-fuckin-tock, times up, bitch, where the reply at?
24 hours expired, now this a fuckin' die-fast
clickbait lips, still aint spit, just a dry ass
whole career flatter than your bitchs chest, no hype pass
niggas talk reckless then vanish like wifi lag
shoulda stayed offline, now the whole chat see the snipe tag
this aint a warning shot this the "fuck around, find out" clap
clip full of verbals, make a rapper turn backwards like a snapchat
"top-tier"? bitch, you mid at best more like "lost in the shuffle"
label prob'ly ghostwritin' your struggle
tryna act like your shit but your biggest flex is a twitter tussle
I bring the metal out turn your booth to a fuckin' muzzle
scared? Good, should be
talk slick then hide like a bitch in a hoodie
evidence? nah, this a fuckin' obituary
last words? "damn, he wasnt playin', was he?"
nickshady pick a day when the fuck you gon' drop?
or you too busy suckin' dick for a spot in the game?
I seen your moves, you a chess pawn playin' checkers
lyrics softer than your followers neckbeard sweaters
bring up family, bitch, act like a adult, lil bitto
Instead you tweet-war like a teen with a cracked wifi signal
last rapper who tried me? his career got the "kick, push"
now he flippin' burgers, call that "lupes Revenge", fuckin' dusted
tick… tick… tick…
hear that? thats the sound of your spot flatlinin'
BANG.
Now its silence
you want shock value? here
I'll spit on your grave while your mama there
cry in the pews, im laughin' in the back with a "damn, thats rare"
this aint rap, this a funeral, bitch, im the reaper
ask the last clown who tried me, where he at?
(answer: six feet deeper)
take-take-take…
nah, bitch TAKEN.
clocks at zero. game over.
now scrape your fuckin' name up off the floor
