Bitter Belief - Rappertag #07 | Season 2

[Intro]
[?]. It's your boy Bitter Belief. Shout out to my brother Complete for the tag. We gon' do it like this

[Verse]
Uh
No mercy, nah, there's no mercy (Nah)
I came for your blood and I'm so thirsty (Cheah)
I bathe in the mud in my dope jersey
Then I hit the stadium up with my clothes dirty (Come on)
I'm being labeled as nuts, I'm so worthy
You can tell the haters good luck, they won't hurt me (Nah)
I've got them all in disgust, but women are
Thanksgiving when I'm all in their guts like roast turkey
I'm so flirty with charm and cheekiness
These are the ingredients you need to be a genius (Cheah)
And you know who your leader is
'Cause there's not a rapper I'm competing with that's ever been elite as this
I'm defeating anybody coming after me
This is archery and it's easy but it's tedious
And I ain't got the time to waste (Nope), so it's convenient
That I don't hesitate to flip it on 'em, it's immediate
I've had it up to here with the bullshit
I'm not in my bag, I'm in my toolkit (Let's go)
I'll tell you one thing that I'm not cool with
People breaking my balls when they ain't got a pool stick (Yeah)
So go ahead and light my fuse
You're just proving that you dudes ain't got high IQs
However you want it, I'ma let you wise guys choose
And shit, you should be honoured just to shine my shoes (Come on)
Ain't nobody safe (Nah), any gender, any race
Anybody can get it, I don't discriminate
Get eliminated and disintegrate when I
Feed you to my roddy and drop you onto his dinner plate
*Barks*, so I hear that you've been lifting weights (Hahaha)
Yeah? What's the bet you couldn't lift an eight?
(Nah) I had some shit to do, but it can wait
I just miss the taste of beef and laughing in a bitch's face
*Female orgasms*, that's the sound that your sister makes
When I hit it from behind and her spine dislocates
(Jesus Christ!) Didn't mean to paint a picture
But since I did it, now it's finished, you can take it witcha, mate
I'm not the type of rapper you want it with ever
So when I grab the mic I have the damn place jumpin' (Cheah, cheah)
And when I say I'm like Conor McGregor
I mean that when I drop this my fan base is doublin' (Whoa)
Teeth sharper than a marvellous creature
And once you get me started I won't stop
I rip your nose off, put the cartilage in your pasta and pizza
All because you asked for a feature (Hasta la vista)
I'm the truth like Paul Piece, I'm glorious
Got the competition and stick 'em in tortillas
In position and pissing in your beers
You think you're vicious, but this is the Matrix and I'm Morpheus (Oh)
I hope you're all ears
I'm giving wisdom to listeners, even haters say these lyrics are ridiculous
Man, even your missus is into this
I made her come to these bars like a prisoners visitors, what?
I just laugh while you sit with hate
I wipe my dog's ass with your shit mixtape, yeah
I'ma show you how good my gift is
Like i'm a spoiled little rich kid on Christmas Day (Come on)
Fuckin' with Bit's was your big mistake
A flick of the wrist and I could make your district shake
Since you a bitch then I could make your lipstick break
But you don't wanna see my finger on that flip switch, mate (Come on)

[Outro]
Yeah! Bitter Belief, baby. Syllabolix Squad. Ayy, check it out. As much as I'd love to keep it here in Perth, we gotta keep it real, we gotta keep it fair. So I'm going to send it back over east. I'm gonna tag my brother, Manaz Ill. Ayy, Manaz, do your thing, homie. I'm out