God shoulda left Auto (RapBoat d...
• Written by Kalligraphy
RapBoat welcome aboard the calligrapher
In between positives and negatives like integers
This boot licker acting like he made food & liquor
Your crew full of gruels and critters, fools and quitters
Kingdom Come, thy will be done
Let the Heavens fall if I lose this one
I never understood those like you
Those who like you, those who fight for you
What the fuck do you have that the world doesn’t?
Nothing, you’re a useless molecule tryna build his consumption
You feed off me, I kept you relevant and bubbling
You releasing shit to me cuz you hate my rumblings
God knows he shoulda reconsidered making you
That’s his fault, I’m resolving his main issue
Being you, what a mind you have, so distorted
Your parents tried, but you should’ve been aborted
You think I give a shit if you mock my name?
Thats how I know your a motherfucking lame
You can’t find anything else, you’re in poverty’s health
You and wealth dwell on each others feeling, what the hell
Let the heavens fall, so justice be done
You walk around like you’re Birdmans son
You’re a crumb inside a rich man’s brunch
You mean nothing, you’re a waste of cum
You mean less than a hooker that’s drunk
But you the type to try to get in em
You always fail to impress me at anything
It’s gotta be a record, you’re shit is many petty things
They all fall at my feet, I kick it away
I kick it like Lupe, hope you know you’re losing
Why is a motherfucker like you still moving?
You steering your boat on land, hittin potholes
I wish God took you and just left us Auto
You’re the verbal grand theft auto, something bad
Not the video game, the felony you’ll have
Cuz you’re a no good bitch, with no dreams
You try to project your toughness through the screen
“Sigma” gotta be the corniest you’ve ever nurtured
You the horniest human slop, you follow a pervert
You got hands on your cock like Herbert
I fire Jazz at your dome, watch the world turn
Leaving you like Usher, yeah you’ll be burned
I won’t stop til my lyrics put you in an urn
In a mausoleum wall where a spot for you is reserved
Understand if you left today, no one would care
You write bullshit, I’m the writers fuckin air
Every verse ever written breaths through me
You sit back wasting your life confusing me
Like really? I ain’t ever actually done shit to you
You the first one who made an account to diss and prove
You were intimidating cuz I wasn’t playing by X rules
Guess what, fool, if you died like Auto
No posthumous conversations about you would jump out the bottle
You’re worthless, after this I need may churches
But for now you’re just a thoughtless person
Cringe infested, a fake Chicago gangster
Never held a blick, a gat or shot a glock
Lives in a lavish crib, never seen o block
You ain’t ever seen crack rock, or guns inside socks
You’ve just been on the internet riding Gens cock
Pretty much, you’ve sucked out everything he’s got
It’s time to reevaluate your life choices
You a keyboard killer, Chica-no poison
You can’t kill for shit, you won’t plain and simple
Kee sucking on Gens bitch Kim’s nipples
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Kalligraphy
Member since March 31 2024