Me
I hope your mom exposes her face and gets stoned till she dies
I hope your dad boards a plane and it explodes in the sky
I hope the cab that you drive runs out of gas in the south
And white farmers curb stomp the asphalt through ya mouth
Start backing out, you can't handle the beef
While me, I beat pussy like I'm sampling queefs
Man I'm a beast, you're weak, that's why I'm burning you
I haven't saw a Muslim go by XRay outside of a terminal
That's concerning dude, Peace_Maker, you mighta heard of me
While the only people feeling you are air flight security
That's absurd to me, you're lyrics are wack and old to me
And the only people checkin' you out...bagged your groceries
You flow on beats, come writtens, there's something missing
And you just can't face it like woman in your religion
I'm the shit, what were you thinking with that turban X?
An Aussie flag? Well I'm the string ray in Irwin's chest
XRay
The floors spotless, this golden haired broomstick is jealous
You couldn't rock a beat if you was Elvis
Here borrow my microphone, lets see if it helps
Cause you couldn't freestyle if you were Michael Phelps.
Your parents heard you acting black, so they called you Coal.
Now can someone tell me why I'm battling a 12 year old?
"Look mom Scrubs is on" Faggot you looking like Neil Flyn with your janitor songs
You couldn't be felt if you OD'ed from one of JD's patients heart beat
I'm surgically ill, like Donald Faison with a defibrillator
I'm perfectly built, to serve a facing, like I'm Leatherface's neighbour
His peeling off. I couldn't grab this dude by his shirt
cause the last time I did, I got his breastmilk all on my self
You're not a fucking creator faggot wakeup
You just "author"-rised a vacant way to fill yourself with "make"up
I'm like hey bub, then I scratch your face off, like ploaw
Fuck this piece of dominoes, you making me hungry, so peace out.
