ShoeGang Is Shady

[Intro]
Eh yo. Crips wear blue, bloods wear red, ShoeGang wears black. Cause we banging on wack rappers. We call it banging on "wacks". We finna make y'all niggas choose a side. Wack rappers or dope rappers, what side are you on, nigga? Yeah we finna kill this Eminem beat. Eh yo, shoutout to Eminem, shoutout to Paul Rosenberg. He the knew CEO of Def Jam right? This what we would have sound like if we was on Shady Def Jam. Let's go

[Verse 1: Demetrius]
Boom when I enter the room
In the air all you hear is the whispers of doom
Niggas scared
They know that I'm diabolical I would just die if I was you
Cause I will sayonara you faster then your biological father
When the condom popped and your mommas vagina swallowed You
Your mom should have tied her tubes in a knot
Before she decided to squat and pop you out of her twat
To stop this maniacal Nas, Rakim, Eminem and 2Pac Goliath from Finding you
I say fuck the world I'm sodomising [?]
Your Spotify's an alibi and a lullaby cause this the right excuse for Me to sleep on your music
Fuck your autotune you niggas are auto-cooning
Lyrics written by Dr. Seuss
I'll bust a nut on the Freshman cover cause my unborn daughter
Could come much harder then everyone of these mumbling Freshman artists
Just retarded garbage I swear to God they don't wanna get me Started
Ain't nobody flexing harder then us on the West nigga we Catching carcasses
I might start to sip a pint of some Guinness
Then record a world record that ends all life within minutes
Put an end to humanity like Eve dyking with Lilith
Then I start blacking just like the skin of Isis from Kemet
Speaking of Isis I throw up a set I'm all about that
We would have killed for the same deal that Slaughterhouse got
But now we going the independent cash route
We broke up Funk Volume so pray and make a wish when I lash Out

[Verse 2: Julius]
Fuck your autotune we auto bots I write my rhymes in Cybertron
Kick the type of rhymes and type of lines that are bout as hard as My dick when I clicked on XNXX ten thousand times
While y'all listening to xxxtentacion
We want the smoke but y'all scared so you don't want that
Where there's smoke there's fire we fire so where the smoke at?
It's Horseshoe to the rescue cause the industry need better heroes
I hit a nigga with the Bone Thugs flow since y'all want to credit Migos
It's Doc J, I know you niggas heard of me
You want that verbal murder in the first degree, refer to me
I'm not concerned with your words or hyperboles
Y'all fake pussies you a person post penile inversion surgery
But I'm a Whiskey sipper with a vicious temper
Mix that with a itchy trigger finger and I'm tempted to end these Simple spitters
But I'd rather let my pistol cylinder spin like a fidget spinner aimed At Richard Spencer tell his bitch cancel Christmas dinner
A white supremacist won't like this lyricist
I'm defacing confederate monuments singing "We Gon Be Alright"
That Kendrick shit
We on some different shit some independent shit
But without sales it's difficult to steer this independent ship
Unless the perfect deal comes to the table
Like sex with no strings attached, we ain't fucking with labels
Y'all just concerned with who's wearing the biggest damn N Necklace
By next year you rappers signing to Instagram records

[Verse 3: Kenny]
Inside my raps I break down my gats load it and filling 'em
Then I spaz all over these tracks quoting this venom
Till I collapse I'm spilling these raps long as you feel 'em
Till the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killing 'em
These rappers we got no I am not feeling 'em
Cause they are not hip hop no Pac and not Eminem
I'm switching a plot listen and watch
Sending them feminine lyricists shots leaving the shocks trembling
I get it jumping like when you enter a mosh pit
Sinister thoughts cut from the cloth of Rakim and 'em
A psychopath move when you in this psycho's path
Or become part of the past like the Spyro graph
I'm about wrecking shit kind of like a Geico add
I'll take a bite out of one of you fruits, IPhone add
They want me to lighten up like Michael Jack
I'll twist your chin behind your back your neck might go snap
Then I might go snap About it, might go brag about it, might go Laugh about it
Hashtag about it shit I might go tag a niggas face for mumbling
Humble him, stumble him, fumble him get to rumbling, and crumble him like some type of bag
Dump him right in trash just for writing trash
If you say it's on site I'll pop up like an add
Anyway Dope Lyrics Matter December 8th
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