Testo Raw Thoughts III - Chris Webby
Testo della canzone Raw Thoughts III (Chris Webby), tratta dall'album Raw Thoughts III
Yeah
You should have just not said shit, bro
Why you gotta make me do this?
This muppet baby must be fucking crazy
Yo, what's the hating about?
You're the last person on Earth that
Should have my name in their mouth
Yeah, publicity is cool, but I'm not aiming for clout
This for the love of the game that I'm gon' be taking you out
See the utter disrespect that you been showing to the game
Should not be tolerated, I mean really it's insane
First you shitting on the legend
Now you bringing up my name
So, uh, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim
This real rap, so I'mma have this little clown wishing
He never said shit to a dude who's about spitting
This emo transgender is about to be found missing
You look like Chelsea Clinton with down syndrome
You're the kid at school who tested positive for lice
Hard to argue when I'm right
Fuck your comments and your likes
You ain't rocking any mics
Fucking awkward little dyke
Cut your 15 minutes short with what I'm dropping on sight
You were talking like you were the fucking man, Diego
But when I tweeted "battle" you just ran, Diego
Goddamn, Diego
Thought you Cali cats were tough
But you just bury your fucking head in the sand, Diego
Damn, 'cause once you realize you fucked with a sick spitter
You tucked your tail quick, gave up and just quit Twitter
I was gonna let it go
But you went and ran that lip again
You forced my hand, you should never do that shit again
'Cause, listen, you are like a cancer
To the game as a whole, I'm the answer
I'll make this little cry baby wet his Pampers
"I smell pussy!" Is that you Xandra?
And it's clear to everyone on Twitter this shit's bothering you
Your whole argument is you're popping and that logic is true
But you been here for like, what, 8 or 9 months?
I've been here for a decade, I'm like a father to you
I see you're having a moment, but a moment will never last
But you're young, you don't get it
But I promise it'll pass
You ain't built to withstand the test of time
You're a fad, I'm a real MC with real rhymes
And I know that deep down this shit is eating you at night
You can't beat me on the mic, couldn't beat me in a fight
And since I don't have "Scribble Scrabble" tatted on my face
It's pretty safe to say I'm also beating you at life
How you think your face is gonna look in 20 years?
Like shit, I just wanna make that fucking clear
When the world has forgotten you and your rap career
What you gonna do then, you little half a queer?
'Cause we all wanna see the sped lose
Xanny, listen, you're as likable as Ted Cruz
Camera man turned rapper
I'm a rapper who's always been a rapper
Since you were sucking your mother's tit I've been killing rappers
What is you doing?
You look like a fucking Hot Topic store
That evolved into a human
Abusing, he's already playing the victim because he's weak
Only bars he got are in his prescription
Why the fuck would you select me as an enemy?
Your whole team should've warned you not to mention me
Killing people on the mic is like my specialty
What the fuck did you think?
That I would let it be?
This little junkie's brain must be slowed down from drugs
With a bunch of yes men all around him, cuz
I'll fucking end you, Xan's running out of luck
Every person on the web said your album sucks
You do one song with Diplo and think you're the shit, yo?
No one over 15 thinks that, you're sick, bro
We think you're killing rap and you're killing yourself
So seek help 'cause those pills will diminish your health
But shit, man, if you don't wanna be alive I won't force you
Here, I'll even crush a couple Percocets for you
Roll up the 20 and let you OD
This a war on drugs, one less Xan on the streets
Goddamn, let this be a lesson to the younger cats
Show respect, know your place, have some fucking class
Y'all can go and make your weird fucking mumble rap
But if you're dissing legends we won't tolerate your fucking trash
This a moment for the hip-hop heads
A reminder to the world that hip-hop's not dead
Yeah, I'm putting on for the real rappers tonight
And pop a little Xan like I'm trying to nap on a flight
Raw thoughts
Sorry about that, Diego
You know, this is what I do
Know your fucking place
Bye now
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Writer(s): Christian Webster, Brian Joseph Eisner, Jake Procanik, David A Webster
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