This is a song about "Using a lyric generator to make your rap song"

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Incorporate this lyric to your everyday living

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

So i decided to write a song

But killing the competition in that cosabella thong

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Strapping myself to be launched out, if this song is a gift, your the bronze wrapping/

Still, trying to spit rhythmic lyric,

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

I can rap and make you feel a capsule going down your tracks

He insane, already gone madblames himself for his setbacks

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

I'm using your words,as a verbal attack,

Cause after all the lights and screams

Wipe my ass with your lyric sheets