THEY KNOW IT
• Written by WEALTHMASTA
Ay, they know it, but they won’t confess the fact that I smoked em and I chose their endings
It’s like crushing a can of Coke or Pepsi, watching these oafs try to rap is so depressing
You know there’s no progressing when it comes to your bold intentions
Cause stepping to me means overstepping, and I’ve never tasted defeat, so go ahead bitch
And try to win, but don’t start crying when I smite you, bitch, sniper lens
Lined up with your height and width, my basement’s where I hide the limbs
You know I’m dialed in, when it’s crunch time Ima handle shit like Iverson
You can’t slide into the lion’s den and act all frightened when I bite you, bitch
I’m stacking these bands and dismantlin’ bums, the Masta don’t slack when he battles a chump
And when the dumbasses are fighting each other it’s like watching some ants haggle for crumbs
Your attemps are laughable, cuck, you know I be smackin’ these runts
Like Snapple, you dunce, it’s facts, cause when I’m wrapping, I’m packing a punch
Bitch I’m the vengenace deliverer, leaving my victims missin’ from Earth
It’s bananas how they figure they’re virtuosos, cause whenever they step to me, they end up all hurt
So they go apeshit and then burst, but I eat em for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for sure
Cause these bitches soft serve, so when I slice these pieces of shit up, they get split into thirds
If I got the chrome I might just open fire, bitches, you know they won’t revive, I’ll pulverize the victims
I’m a polarizing figure on this site, make sure they don’t keep tryna override the system
There’s no denyin,’ peasants, it’s already too late if Jeezy mobilized the dissers
And y’all throw shots like some wimps do, why do all these fuckin’ bozos whine like liquor
You’ve been thunderstruck, bitch thought it was spontaneous combustion
Fuckin’ chump, you should’ve run for cover, the only way you’ve been number 1’s piss
I thumped yo lover, fingered her hard, you know she loves it rough, bitch
Like Braille, cause it was a touchy subject when I offered her my cane like I was fuckin’ Huxley
But she said hell yeah, cause she knows the load’ll be more gelatinous than Hellman’s
And she was strokin’ with so much skill, you could say that damsel swam
So grab the goggles, cause my current ain’t getting held back, bitch I melt slags
Then I went inside her well, damn, all these virgins see me excellin’ and they say “well damn”
They’re making arrangements so they can contain me, but the haters can’t take me
These fuckers just stay in their basements, I’m basically A-list, I’m flaming you gay pricks
So how can you claim you’re the greatest?, Annihilatin’ the lames, you
Can say I’m an atrium, cause I got no ceiling, like my name’s Lil Wayne, bitch
No opp will score, got more bodies on this site than they hold in a morgue
I know that’s something you noticed before I ended up ownin’ you, mor-
-On, like coals getting poured, bitch, my bars are straight heat, but there’s no smoke when you forge
Call em power lines, I got high voltage like Thor, that’s why my enemies made a bolt for the door
(Outro)
Yeah, fuck the haters
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WEALTHMASTA
Member since May 2 2024