I’m a little bit pissed at these fuckin little kids…
Tryin ta tell me something, like I answer to this.
You wish! Shit, I’m an old fool but not your fool…
So don’t tell me what to do if ya ass still in school.
Or if ya needy for a CD then you best believe me…
Your opinion is shit cuz ya dead to me like Weezy!
Fuckin greedy! Little bitches even steal to rise…
Cuz they got no substance…between their thighs.
Or in they rhymes, but fuckin fakes still assassinate…
Cuz friends in high places don’t care if they elevate.
So hate me all you want, you jealous fuckin brats…
You know and I know you’ll never make a splash.
Never get noticed, never get fame…………and I’d…
Mention you personally, but I already forgot ya name!
Take advice from the old guy, learn from the wiser…
You couldn’t be dope if you changed ya name to Pfizer.
And kiss my ass on the judging, I know kids’ll rate…
This verse as a zero…….like their number of dates!
Forked tongue phoneys gather round for praise…
Cuz circle-jerk fags shoot accolades for days.
And it stays, staining each and every post they make…
Cuz each and every word can easily be proven fake.
Like steak, they bite, but now I smash the airhole…
And make em feel the crunch like Pinky Tuscadero.
Cuz not a single one of you, in my eyes, is better…
You simply saturate votes like ya do ya bed…wetter.
Maybe way back, you cats outdid me in rap…
But I’ve come to learn this is a whole different craft.
This shit ain’t hip hop, it ain’t industry at all…
This shit’s just writing…now read the writing on the wall!
It says ya mostly the same, not near one of a kind…
So ya weak in the heart as well as your mind.
It says you ain’t what you wanna be, and it kills you inside…
So you envy this grown man, living satisfied.
It says you ain’t even fucked yet, you virgin bore…
And again, I’d mention ya names…
But you know who the fuck you are, whores.
Death of Memories, Ace of Aces
Answer to a Question, Miss Behaving
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