4. Iraq Ft. Tixx

 

 

(Verse 1)

Get ready it's bootin' time, better start rootin' time

End up doing ya nice guy, he trying to get in between my thighs

So dumb can't answer the questions I throw, wannabe be blacks got a fake fro

They tryin' so hard to master a flow, I did that, if you wanna know

Rappin' about they get money and (a)ss but mines fatter

They wanna reach me, get a step ladder

They whack like nerds playing star wars, nerf guns and some nerf swords

Don't even front, yall never smoked, put wood in your mouth and call it a blunt

Thug they proclaim, Robloxity is their game

(B)es couldn't be fly with some pigeon wings, (B)es so late, they come in last when the bellrings

Talkin' about they got bands, "Just cop the new mercedes benz"

They don't glock, they play fight with they friends

As you know I'm real witty, rookies give up, I don't feel pity

(B)es knock you out with a digit clock,

Leave (B)es drawers browner than a diry sock

Don't try, you can't tap this, continue fappin'

This (p)ssy stay wet, but you can't sail in like a captain

If was a ghost, I'd still end up haunting

Get KH to take me on a shopping spree, and no he can't get any

Don't touch or suck D, ain't going low, this ain't T.V.

I'm all about that health, go get some lettuce, never given any credit

Won the rap game, with no controller

Chicks are my sons I'mma need a stroller

I know I got bars, no granola

This is Iraq, these (B)es I clap

 

(Interlude - Master)

They rappin' about new cars, but only got two doors inside

They get mad when someone peep, then say they lied

They sneek diss but when called out, they go and hide

They such kitty cats, they go againist the one who let it slide

 

 

(Verse 2 - TIXX)

OKAY, I drop F bombs like Iraq. I’m about to attack

All of these rhymes with the skill that you lack

So step back, you’re just whack, you can suck on my sack

All of my rhymes are ill, and that’s a fact.

Yeah, I'm iller than the illest but I promise I'm not illin'

I'll raise the roof, call it the ceilin', I'm not consealin'

These wepons, making a killin', when I battle people I'm feelin'

So fine, like a million, I'll bust yo teethe in, you'll need a fillin'

See, my energy is in synergy with the words inside my brain

Pushing them out of my head, onto this blank page

I write with dope flow, while your mind remains drained

If you're trying to [f] with me, you must me mentally insane

Because I’m quite literally the best

One hundred and ten percent is what I give, nothing less

See, if you mess with me, I’ll kill you, and then find your address

[F] Your [b], then burn your house down with no regrets.

So people be saying I’m stating to sound like mainstream [s]

So what if I’ve made a couple of hits?

Put your favorite rapper up to me and see if he can write like this

I’ll tear him up, to little pieces and bits

If you think you’re dope, then think about this

Imagine a crowd of [b]es screaming for TIXX

You think you get action? I get more even when I’m sick

I’m blowing chunks in the can, but [b]es can still suck my [d]

I’m out.