F*ck a record label I wanna be able to the opposite of the label
Bite what I write it's not quite what you want huh?
Tonight I ignite the beat like I'm grilling
To spilling hot fire you admire the style
Smile to the freestyle while I'm going senile
Hostile with the flow like I wrote a long novel
It hurts, they lurk to have the nerve to say they're better than me
But blurt their words like holy
Get myself a new car in all black with the family all packed
Get my girl a blouse so she can be ready for her vowels
Get a mill to buy my momma a house she always desired
Fools gold
All of this shatter of material shit sounds like a running blender
All you see is error 'cause you're scare of terror
When I have a pent up temper won't kick me out of hip hop
If you trip on your lips on what you said as a threat
I never bought that
I scrap raps over the mat
Notice the entendres when they're all wrapped
Like a Chainsaw that goes back and forth back and forth
Like macklemore when he come into the store
Ya, when he comes into the store
I'm ripping 'em and stinging 'em
Through all of the competition like it's friction
Addiction when you mention my name just to lose fame
Then ask where did he came from?
Like a form of a hurricane
To 'cause a chain reaction to a bunch lames
You better dive or drive either of those you will die in a battle you started
Just to blow your career away like a candle
To get rid of your career you couldn't handle
It be better for you to take it up the rear
So you can bear this embarrassment
Killing 'em with venom ever been there
Well welcome to your casket, stay still, like after the bite yell
This crime scene holds a lot of mask
Call me Michael Myers I'm drying all of my cloth clothes to the dryer
I can see a brighter day when you become a stranger
Spitting till they kill me to burry me in the hills
With bunch of mills, f*ck a mill, show me skill
'Cause I'll be the most hated when I make it with music
Before they even knew me to hate it
F*ck a record label
F*ck you
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F*ck a record label I wanna be able to the opposite of the label
Bite what I write it's not quite what you want huh?
Tonight I ignite the beat like I'm grilling
To spilling hot fire you admire the style
Smile to the freestyle while I'm going senile
Hostile with the flow like I wrote a long novel
It hurts, they lurk to have the nerve to say they're better than me
But blurt their words like holy
Get myself a new car in all black with the family all packed
Get my girl a blouse so she can be ready for her vowels
Get a mill to buy my momma a house she always desired
Fools gold
All of this shatter of material shit sounds like a running blender
All you see is error 'cause you're scare of terror
When I have a pent up temper won't kick me out of hip hop
If you trip on your lips on what you said as a threat
I never bought that
I scrap raps over the mat
Notice the entendres when they're all wrapped
Like a Chainsaw that goes back and forth back and forth
Like macklemore when he come into the store
Ya, when he comes into the store
I'm ripping 'em and stinging 'em
Through all of the competition like it's friction
Addiction when you mention my name just to lose fame
Then ask where did he came from?
Like a form of a hurricane
To 'cause a chain reaction to a bunch lames
You better dive or drive either of those you will die in a battle you started
Just to blow your career away like a candle
To get rid of your career you couldn't handle
It be better for you to take it up the rear
So you can bear this embarrassment
Killing 'em with venom ever been there
Well welcome to your casket, stay still, like after the bite yell
This crime scene holds a lot of mask
Call me Michael Myers I'm drying all of my cloth clothes to the dryer
I can see a brighter day when you become a stranger
Spitting till they kill me to burry me in the hills
With bunch of mills, f*ck a mill, show me skill
'Cause I'll be the most hated when I make it with music
Before they even knew me to hate it
F*ck a record label
F*ck you
Bite what I write it's not quite what you want huh?
Tonight I ignite the beat like I'm grilling
To spilling hot fire you admire the style
Smile to the freestyle while I'm going senile
Hostile with the flow like I wrote a long novel
It hurts, they lurk to have the nerve to say they're better than me
But blurt their words like holy
Get myself a new car in all black with the family all packed
Get my girl a blouse so she can be ready for her vowels
Get a mill to buy my momma a house she always desired
Fools gold
All of this shatter of material shit sounds like a running blender
All you see is error 'cause you're scare of terror
When I have a pent up temper won't kick me out of hip hop
If you trip on your lips on what you said as a threat
I never bought that
I scrap raps over the mat
Notice the entendres when they're all wrapped
Like a Chainsaw that goes back and forth back and forth
Like macklemore when he come into the store
Ya, when he comes into the store
I'm ripping 'em and stinging 'em
Through all of the competition like it's friction
Addiction when you mention my name just to lose fame
Then ask where did he came from?
Like a form of a hurricane
To 'cause a chain reaction to a bunch lames
You better dive or drive either of those you will die in a battle you started
Just to blow your career away like a candle
To get rid of your career you couldn't handle
It be better for you to take it up the rear
So you can bear this embarrassment
Killing 'em with venom ever been there
Well welcome to your casket, stay still, like after the bite yell
This crime scene holds a lot of mask
Call me Michael Myers I'm drying all of my cloth clothes to the dryer
I can see a brighter day when you become a stranger
Spitting till they kill me to burry me in the hills
With bunch of mills, f*ck a mill, show me skill
'Cause I'll be the most hated when I make it with music
Before they even knew me to hate it
F*ck a record label
F*ck you
Writer: Bryan Reyes
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