RapPad Politics

Wish for a helix or elixir, sure thing, I'm stirrin' the pot, which

Is because of incidents that made the site actively haunted

We had people entombed forever, never to be found, they vanished without a trace

But they were the right people

So now at least it rests upon the right hands and eyes

X Factor is the flower that bloomed after Auto died

People who have no place in the underworld til they decided to step into this stream

With backstories occurring, walking around with no idea who their competition could be

Or what could happen, cause they still insulated from the larger world they inhabit

That’s why the Mexican cartel worships Death and think it will protect them

Until the Grim Reaper shows up and tell them nobody’s exempt son

Including the damn website

Hopped on a fast jet flight, you got something chasing you that'll catch up one day

Someday these tyros catch a sun blaze and turn they ass into a blood stain

Insane shit reaches the front page, uh, me and the homies in the know remain unswayed

And unscathed, they're too wet in the ears for Gunplay, slugs grazin,' my shit is garnished, your trigger's a flop

So if you wanna hold it against me then fuckin' give it a shot

And they try to make a hook, her john caught in this bitch, who the fuck is John Rappad? Con job in this shit

X Factor conquest vs. the KKKK crusade, it's a jihad, folks runnin' and watchin' who moves weight

Fuck a red flag homie it's a blue flame, time to raise the tomb straight up for this site

If Crispy's allegations were like true claims, he'd be shining under the moon ay

Bitch it's Doomsday, I don't mean KO but damn, you've been loading for like a year now

There's no way the K-clique has a whip like Kalli said on False Spectaclez, plus Amir prowls

And attacks biannually to do wack shit like the feature rule while reapin' Rappad tragically

Bet this amigo got a leg up like a flamingo tryna get some shut-eye, but I'm

Hangin’ off the ledge, too high up to fall, even when I’m upside down I’m still above you all

Cause I’m so hard to catch when I touch a wall, like it’s fire the way I vault that pole

Smooth as butter like I got mad dough, long as I’m rising I don’t need/knead to goddamn fold

Reaching the cloud, fuck Windows, we in dark-ass mode

Still got a couple more pop-ups ‘cross the yard line

I might need another slider for this hard drive

You lead the league in home runs since you jog slash bolt to yo cave, say you brave but you’re not that bold

All these green plug-uglies in a combat role, yo ass couldn’t escape me using a combat roll

.Com bat roll, damn, site pollution, boutta square it away though, what's the solution

Some duct tape, alcohol, matches, a broom handle, and a bag that’s the size of a gallon, a pipe and a threaded cap for each side

And then crack a passageway right through the back and then slide the strand and igniter inside

And fasten it tight with some candlewax so it binds, and then wipe it bright with isopropyl

Then attach the primary cap and pack all the camping matches inside of a canvas packet and drive

‘Em nice with a sandled pine handlin’ spike and tamp em, then stack all the light

Fiber paddin’ ‘less you usin’ some cotton waddin’ across the top and a strand riding past the outside

Add a flap and then slide the white wire, cram it inside of the wider passage, a spiral line

And then pass it and guide it by sight or hand while it glides through a loose latch in the fine-lined gap in the pipe

Fill it with black powder and slam it and ram it, align it, attach and then tie it, line it, and fasten it, time it just right then

 

Kaboom, yeah