Bottled Up

[VERSE 1] [1:10]
They want to hear me spit my flow so here we go
Another show another song...makin dough. Never needed a chorus singer but I'm gonna have to try it though...last few songs have been kinda low but, I'm telling ya what, even at my lowest I can still put on a show. You want me offended? Try a little mo. Scratch your whole album and then re-evaluate. Think this is Tic-Tack-Toe or some sorta game? Boy I'm telling you now...you're on my level and you better get down when you verse me you'rе in my town and I don't play around. Mess with me is like mеssing with a pit bull off his leash cause we all know on that mic I come unleashed. Starting off I sink my teeth in deep and go at ya like you're some kinda feast. So next time you open the cage and let out the beast think about who you're trying to beef cuz with me you wanna keep the peace. So you better keep your fat mouth shut G

[VERSE 2] [2:50]
Everyday I wake up these people are testing me. You all really should have just me be. Now these people want me off the streets rigorously just bc I murder these beats notoriously but we all know this pent up rage I have can't be released unless I'm on stage at that point I'm all gone....Guess I'm just lost in my song. So if I say something offensive don't get all on the defensive. And start crying like a four month old baby who didn't get any milk so now he's going crazy. But don't you love how I stay on subject? Lyrics so hot you wish you could touch'em. But in all reality I just rap what comes to mind. And that's why nearly every time I write a rhyme I make someone mad but If I cared I would have just given up rap bc this world is full of fish in the see. But I guarantee before I die every single one of them will taste my Hennessy. I'm just sitting here murdering these rhymes. I admit I'm the culprit that sits behind the lines that comes up with these ignoble rhymes. The way I murder this beat must be a crime and maybe that's why people sit and protest about hip-hop using their signs saying we bring no good all the while we sit with million dollar record deals in holly wood....Rappin about the way we used to be up in the hood. The opposite of Robin Hood....taking from the poor to give to the rich. Does anyone here catch my drift? Or Should I keep going down the list

[VERSE 3]
Every time I write a song these people don't know what to do. Boy you need to get a clue...When I'm on the mic everything I say is true. I'm classified as a lose cannon. I say what I want and don't care if it's wrong or right. But, at the end of the day, I'm the only man standin. Call it free for all and I'm not going down without a fight. Think I won't? Man you can go take a hike. Your head is so full of air I bet you could fly. You made my barometer scale explode. I sprayed so much lead I made your head implode. In fact, I think it's finally time to reload. And after that continue droppin those bombs, better watch out below. Here it comes fire in the hole. Makes me mad cause half these people are phony. They say they can out rap half of us but man they always keep that in the low key. Any of you think you can do better then show me. But until then sit your butt down and blow me. My songs fall nothing short than an A+ on the board so if you're looking to battle let's settle the score. the way these people act makes me fucking sick. When they critique me I just use that as fuel and flip them the bird. That's why they call me the loose cannoned prick but, in other words I'm a white toothpick who's had enough of everyone's shit. But I'm not complaining because my fuse has just been lit. Now half my songs are too explicit for young eyes to sit and listen So parents continue dissin...but they just don't know what they're missin (haha)