Stack It Up Contest Entry

(Hook: DizzyEight)

(Verse 1: DizzyEight)

(Hook: DizzyEight)

(Verse 2: N-Frost)
Imma spit up and give em a little verse with the rhythm/
And then kill off any rapper, while im working the system/
I'm a youtube artist, with an easy bargain/
So if you dig up in this garden and diss, ill rip em/

Like a circumcision, imma cut the game/
And then make em beg, when they heard my name/
They're gonna disappear when the ads come change/
So you better loose the fear, cuz you gon get mamed/

These copycats, i call em breezy mathers/
They aren't original, no subject matter/
So i nuke these bastards, cuz i'd really rather/
Get fuckin charged, then to hear em clabber/

Shots of whisky got me feeling dizzy/
So the hoe, took me home and i beat her kitty/
Like im Chris Brown, who is sippin on that fizzy/
I was all up in her ear with my voice all gritty/

We run the fucking game and we stack it up/
And the hoes look at it us and they wanna fuck/
But ain't no negativity will fuck with us/
Just use your Logic, cuz you know we must-/

-not trust these haters, we'll see em later/
When they beg us for a feature and will do some labor/
They're sleeping in the bleachers, never gon get catered/
Imma southern motherfucker, eating my 'potaters'/

You're wack as scheme, a catastrophe/
Break her back and bleed, and what is happening/
It's a motherfucking verbal 1v3/
I will choke em with a girdle, dont mess with me/

Rest in peace to this fucking beat/
We had some fun times, but i need to leave/
Mr.DizzyEight, I respect you man/
You dope as fuck, time to pass elites/

(Hook: DizzyEight)