RAP

[Intro]
Fuck little rappers

[Verse 1]
Oh sorry, do y’all not like rap?
Pshh, why the fuck are you here then?
Like, what what what what?
If y’all don’t like rap or real music
Y’all can get straight away, I don’t need your shit
You can be a Btec Rubin, but it’ll be counterfeit (yeah)
Yeah, that’s very amusing
That’s a bit bruising
Yeah, you’re just abusive
Yeah, that’s not conclusive
Get the fuck outta my way then
Go past the punchlines
I listen to other rappers and munch lines
Whilst you snooze and bore lines
Read it a bedtime story
You’re a keyboard warrior
As I get older
The more my lines are gonna get gorier
My ears are sound barriers
The rapping turns me into a terrier
You ball carrier
I’m superior
You’re inferior
Your comments are ulterior
It’s just as useless as the exterior
Kensington
Gotta cook you like a beef wellington
I guess it did with a 60-hour blaze
I’m not talking about smoking
I’m talking about a London fire
So you can sit in jail and gaze
I’m gonna make you listen to a musical phrase
Written by me so you better praise
The king!
Skip back to track 10
What’s the title?
King Rubin, exactly that’s what I thought
I’m not religious, but I’ll read you the Bible
Welcome to the recital
You are spiteful
You’re on trial
I’m your idol
That is final?

[Verse 2]
This is really fucking easy
Living in a world full of cynical people
I’m not dead but the insides are
Just gotta make you take my music from my part
Whilst I’m spitting these facts from my heart
Watch me in a few years when I hit the charts
My music is state of the art
Your music has just fallen apart
The mic is gone and hopped in a cart
That’s how bad your songs are, I’m about to depart
Your verse is just an imaginary part
Yeah we all know that I’m very smart
Just about to outsmart you
Now it’s time to restart

[Verse 2]
Oh hey
Apple Music, time to pay
I do this music to get it out
Which means I may
Have to stay
Then go pray
To the ray
Not the God’s fray
Do the relay
Can’t run relay
Talk about kids
That’s so cliche
Just like your shit
Music get off
This platform cunt
Let’s leave the rhyming couplets to the fast bit now
Maybe we should just do that
Get off the flow and the beat
But as soon as I step off the sheet
People telling me my flow is so shit
I admit it, it is

[Verse 3]
I try to rap
But I just can’t
My emotions take over
Sometimes I don’t like to rhyme to show that I’m pure raw
If you wanna hate on a small rapper, then you’re not a chap, are you?
If you wanna hate on a small rapper, then I’m gonna punch your jaw, am I?
Maybe turn it down a notch
Sell the big game like the Notch
You should stare down at my watch
Time for me to strike your crotch
I’ll drink you up like a Scotch
I don’t wanna go to top
Watch Rubin, then have a strop
Go on suck a lollipop
I hate this flow, time to stop

[Outro]
These little shit commenters can go away
Type something about the flow
Bet you can’t after this song
I just wanna die
Exactly, my life is so low