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“less is more”
sometimes me wanker
like a banker
I’ve got an awkward pen
listened to you
to get to the level of Eminem?
no where near it
but now, anything you say, weird shit
“less is more”
sometimes me wanker
like a banker
I’ve got an awkward pen
listened to you
to get to the level of Eminem?
no where near it
but now, anything you say, weird shit
Anonymous
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Everyone attacking Ediblewords
Not rapping right in your face dumb
because you know I have access
to classified information
Everyone attacking Ediblewords
Not rapping right in your face dumb
because you know I have access
to classified information
Anonymous
dustyJournals said:🎶
“Lil Wayne Imitation”
Try battling me because you’ve lost your soul
You know how I do it, I sausage roll
In my head, I Godzilla Eminem speed
In reality, curb crawling, police don’t let up on me
The only MC Jay-Z and Marshall couldn’t beat
so nah, I laugh, pussies I shouldn’t eat
But I spit loving shit on it, fuck it
There’s an itch I want to scratch, pop it
Only thing rhyme with trolley is lolly
Of course it folly, because inside one I also got this dolly
Wife-beater vest and never been married
I’ll see you dead, and coffin not carried
No date son, I’m not Jamaican
tape that face up, fuck your gay bum
Ricky says in the background
he’s got me cracking up with this shit
Ricky says I’m the new sound
you’ve got me cracking up with your shit
The D12 wordplay world nowadays, dead and missing
it’s so untrue, because more crap nowadays get more recognition
Still looking good in a broken mirror
My life matters to hoes, you not going near hear
Thug life, R.I.P to 2.P.A.C like you ain’t a G
bald-high, R.I.C, I am T-N-T, like boom, take the bleed
Why are you still rhyming the cat does sit on the mat?
And that’s asked by someone who knows what they’re talking about
“Lil Wayne Imitation”
Try battling me because you’ve lost your soul
You know how I do it, I sausage roll
In my head, I Godzilla Eminem speed
In reality, curb crawling, police don’t let up on me
The only MC Jay-Z and Marshall couldn’t beat
so nah, I laugh, pussies I shouldn’t eat
But I spit loving shit on it, fuck it
There’s an itch I want to scratch, pop it
Only thing rhyme with trolley is lolly
Of course it folly, because inside one I also got this dolly
Wife-beater vest and never been married
I’ll see you dead, and coffin not carried
No date son, I’m not Jamaican
tape that face up, fuck your gay bum
Ricky says in the background
he’s got me cracking up with this shit
Ricky says I’m the new sound
you’ve got me cracking up with your shit
The D12 wordplay world nowadays, dead and missing
it’s so untrue, because more crap nowadays get more recognition
Still looking good in a broken mirror
My life matters to hoes, you not going near hear
Thug life, R.I.P to 2.P.A.C like you ain’t a G
bald-high, R.I.C, I am T-N-T, like boom, take the bleed
Why are you still rhyming the cat does sit on the mat?
And that’s asked by someone who knows what they’re talking about
Anonymous
🥴
“cringe worthy”
Can honestly say
I’ll never know what most people
here look like
and as for what they’ve wrote
I know nothing about their life
but reckon they’ve took flight
“cringe worthy”
Can honestly say
I’ll never know what most people
here look like
and as for what they’ve wrote
I know nothing about their life
but reckon they’ve took flight
