jake drew verse
there’s a gnome in arizona moaning baritone beware his owner or manager callin me an amateur ha but i can damage ya and i don’t need a manager i am mature enough to know a grand to have a fan adjure for a feature from any man of your caliber is crazy you ain’t even a challenge for my excalibur you’re flamboyant claiming that your homies with hopsin then i see at his show fanboy’in it’s so damn annoying if you were manic you’d walk around in a dress addressin what you’re too pussy to talk about in a text fucking grow up cuz i’m the match you needed with that can of gas you mentioned in the song and so maybe could’ve blown up i was a fan of yours i gave you the props and you just turn around and tell me that i’m tryna be hopsin go on twitter and complain about me say that im whack then subliminally say i need to cover my back well fuck that you need to cover your ass instead of covering songs before you’re covered in casts i’m not the violent type but once i get this hype i can figit who fucking knows what kind of shit that i can kick out a midgit tell jamie that i’m sorry for offending him homie this shit is awkward dissing someone who’s a friend of a homie but now i’m pissed off comin back with a vengence you think your shit is hot enough to do a track with the legends bitch please now i’m aware that you have got the following it takes to be a cocky motherfucker but you ain’t got the skills it takes to make me spend a thousand for a and when i dont you wanna knock me motherfucker its hard earned money why would i spend it just to shit on somebody man even swizzz got on my shit and tried to give me some money so fuck cryptic dwarf ass looking like a limp dick pissing moaning groaning fucking limp bizkit ah little rapper doin slow rock rockin a choker a fuckin joker with a mohawk gay shit i didn’t wanna say shit til i came around to make ammends and then you hit me with the same shit so fit the description fuck it just give a listen i kicked a midgit for spitting some shit he calls cryptic wisdom go ahead and diss me you little bitch its a scrimmage youre a hard rapper you’re too small to even fit the image
Artist: The Drew Vels
Year: 1964
Decade: 60s
Language: en
Word Count: 224