STillmatic Who?
STillmatic I heard thru the grapevine
you're always lookin for a battle
Consider yourself warned...
Rub your face in the gravel for even
considering challenging me
Ur one of a million poser MC's
Spittin nursery rhymes online wit no beat
This is a wackness intervention
For you and your peers in juvenile detention
I can tell right away who is real and who snitches
Who's flow is pretentious and who's dick is 2 inches
So avoiding my presence is in your best interest
If you got some skeletons in your closet
you don't want publicly mentioned....
You pop off at the mouth but you're probably
not used to someone pointing out the
flaws in your egotistical spit
You'll probably go cry after reading this shit
Boo hoo...
If you had some common sense
You might sense that you could never achieve
The depth of thought that goes into the rhymes
Of an ill ass poet like me
You need to stop frontin
Your flow's fuckin weak
I know a fake hoe that lives right on your street
Sleeps at your crib on your dirty ass sheets
Who could it be?
Not Goldilocks bitches...
You call yourself a king but you're
more like an antagonistic hoe
I've got 5 younger sisters,
so I think I would know when I see one
The reason you talk shit to so many men
is to make up for the ones that you blow
and the fact that you'll never be one
I keep the shit real, love how it feels
headbustin bitches like you
Twisting your neck like a drywall screw
While you reminisce bout the dicks that you blew
And maybe a few chics that you'll probably never do
Cause your mug's ugly as hell thats why
even on your own page you posted no pictures of you.
STillmatic who?
Game over. You lose....
you're always lookin for a battle
Consider yourself warned...
Rub your face in the gravel for even
considering challenging me
Ur one of a million poser MC's
Spittin nursery rhymes online wit no beat
This is a wackness intervention
For you and your peers in juvenile detention
I can tell right away who is real and who snitches
Who's flow is pretentious and who's dick is 2 inches
So avoiding my presence is in your best interest
If you got some skeletons in your closet
you don't want publicly mentioned....
You pop off at the mouth but you're probably
not used to someone pointing out the
flaws in your egotistical spit
You'll probably go cry after reading this shit
Boo hoo...
If you had some common sense
You might sense that you could never achieve
The depth of thought that goes into the rhymes
Of an ill ass poet like me
You need to stop frontin
Your flow's fuckin weak
I know a fake hoe that lives right on your street
Sleeps at your crib on your dirty ass sheets
Who could it be?
Not Goldilocks bitches...
You call yourself a king but you're
more like an antagonistic hoe
I've got 5 younger sisters,
so I think I would know when I see one
The reason you talk shit to so many men
is to make up for the ones that you blow
and the fact that you'll never be one
I keep the shit real, love how it feels
headbustin bitches like you
Twisting your neck like a drywall screw
While you reminisce bout the dicks that you blew
And maybe a few chics that you'll probably never do
Cause your mug's ugly as hell thats why
even on your own page you posted no pictures of you.
STillmatic who?
Game over. You lose....
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