Litty on a Titty (Chase-The-Kid ...
• Written by Consey
Why do these kids persist on using my name in their beefs,
Talking bout murder and guns, but have never been on the streets,
Jeez, sounds like the autistic kid got let off his leash
You've just awoken the eyes of a beast
Stop trying to diss and try flow on a beat,
Fuck with me bitch, I'm the king of my city
Tried rapping like Joyner, but sounded like Iggy
Dissing my ego, but acting like Biggie
Coming at Consey, the problem got sticky
This boys trying hard, I'll kill him for pity
The legend himself, but he sounded so shitty
Time to bounce back, and its time to get litty
He's only a child, I'll end this shit quickly
Saying that I'm scared, I am dead calm, bitch
Dissing me is another form of self harm, bitch
Twelve gauge slugs off the shelf, armed, bitch
One false move, leave your neck carved with
Bullet holes for day, leave your head in a daze
Missing your brain, sprayed all over the place
Just like your flow, keep control of it Chase
Fuck around with me, leave your jaw in a brace
Better brace for impact, before you get your shit wacked
Had enough of replying to all of your little shit raps
Tried to fire shots, but you couldn't handle the kick back
But to do him dirty, for certi, I'll leave his wig snatched
Ask yourself if you really want the smoke
Call the Undertaker cause I got him by his throat
Every bar you penned, I just took it as a joke
You could learn from me pussy, I suggest you take a note
"Coming at me, who the fuck you think you are"
Listen up, little boy, I'm your Daddy, I'm Papa
I am Biggie, I am Nas, you fall short, I go far
You go soft, I go hard, I'm oppose what you are
Your a planet, I'm a star, your a Tec, I'm a Scar
I'm Mac, I'm Lamar, I'm X, with the bars,
Your Bizarre, from afar, I am gunning for your ass
Your just running, you are nothing, you'll be deep in grave
Tryna sneak at my name, Tryna seek some acclaim
But your weak with the flame, I defeat what you say
And I see that your brave, but the beef's a mistake
And your sleeping with snakes, And you flee when I awake
Cause you know that you can't flow better than me
Now your broke just like all my competitors be
Another boy had to die, how refreshing to see
This a warning to those thinking they're fresher than me
Get a whole squad to go and pack your shit
Talking straps, I know that you don't pack no shit
Talking shit, but you rarely ever back that shit
Just a kid, no wonder your on some backchat shit
That was just a mess, not a rap song bitch,
Tryna test strength, you ain't that strong, bitch
Step Daddy fucks your mother with a strap on, bitch
Probably mad cause his motherfucking Dads gone, shit
Put my dick in that Amelia hoe,
She's gonna make a whole meal out a bro,
Consey's the one who just deal out the flows
Your competing with Scarface, I wheel out the dope
Angers an issue, I see how you blow
Pull out the strap, and I see you go whoa
You aren't prepared for the street type of smoke
Just know that the Draco is deep in the coat
I aim it and pull then I see you explode
You acted so big, now they see you exposed
You came as a kid, now you leave as a ghost
You fucked with a king when he's deep in his zone
Just look at yourself when you beef for the throne
Go to your room, don't you speak with that tone
Now you've been fucked, I will leave you alone
RIP Chase Kelly, they will grieve at your stone.
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Consey
Member since August 2 2015