Stew

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caught up in the stew through the new pot
that i bought, illegal so better not be caught by a cop
he finna hop though, yo bitch a bop hoe
yuh, yuh, yuh
better not become unprepared, be prepared, be scared you aint gonna be spared
you dont have pi squared health twelfth of me, so who you tryna be? safe yourselves
niggas outlook me for another rapper on the shelf, another yapper tryna become something else
lets be real, set thee scale seekin' dread, plea then inhale then exhale
you pale in comparison, comparing me son, why you outwearing me son?
once you get shot you be seekin' the adrenaline
ima get again, bet again, sweat again, like a red mutagen like my last names gcgettigan
gettin' gain, you brittle, gang, ass hard as a thin crystal, ima get a win, typical
lets not get physical or you become invisible into the dirt
who i hurt? whos the one thats absurd? you assert that you killed a man with blood on your shirt
but have zero effort, guess your F Hurt, so lets spectate the third person
your words uncertain, be certain you suburban, come out from the curtain
your tryna carry a burden but cant feel the first person
you steal your first mall purse and your life just gets worse
like your going to heaven but you go in reverse downwards
your a coward, move outwards, heres the third person view again
im true again, your lifes due again, feel tough cause you wrote your first verse and
you tryna beef in hearses but your worthless
your plain, your a stain, cant contain, your bland, like no condiments
your sauceless, and yo souls bottomless
parents should've used a condom since...
agh...
fuck this..
yo, im killing this shit like im slicing business
raps in 15 minutes with this quickness, im slick and
ima pop out with a blick with my trigger hand
money unfolds out of the banding
use that bando, i robbed that band though
french in this bitch, cause i got yo girl tryna bandeau
fuck yo corpse with these bullets, unloading clips at a clique like im jefferey dahmer
bustin' with the chopper harder and hotter then i've ever been
trees up in this bitch like the everlands, ever since the clever fresh prince of bel air
i dont care, i am aware you better beware, better be fair or you see a glare down the barrel
lead goes through the chamber, slicing through like paper, then it slicks through the channel
entering your chest flesh panel, yo, fuck
im channeling heavenly devilishly presence of the divine
fucking up the design, fuck the redesign too
catch ya in ya spine making ya leak spinal fluids
you die as the final bullets enter in you like your made of cushions
no cushioning, im listening but i dont give a fuck, buck fifty, fuck a bible
homicidal on arrival, not askin' for ETA, mess up yo binary like a UV Ray
yo, ima spray, say no but ima slay anyway, any day, even on the freeway, any way
even today, i pray for them to die, fly high, i mean float down
all around, like blubber, motherfucker, goin down to hell, slick like butter
fuck my brothers, love my mothers and fuck the others
im shootin' with no covers, no potato on my gun
lowkey under the sun, so who wants the shade?
no friendly play, so who wants to fade?
fuck a prayer, i betray like snape to dumbledore, motherfucker im great
what can i say, im a mother fucker, trucker with a gun in this bitch like my names tucker

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kunta
Member since January 7 2024

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