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mc scratch n scribbles - trap god lyrics

hit em with the quickness and put him on a hit list
throw a motherf-ckin’ sh-t fit in this b-tch
sit this motherf-cker on this dish rack dispatch
wack -ss makin’ mad cash in fat stacks
you don’t wanna run down or get clowned
by stepping on down to a better mc
lemme tell you a story of a wack backpacker who
got played by scratch n scribbles he was the one they came to see
i promise you really wouldn’t wanna battle me
i’ll turn you into rap’s next retiree
i’m wilin’ in the back sn-tch back pack’s nap sack
and end his career with the greatest of ease
check it
a top cl-ss syllable spittin’ session where i mention
snappin’ your neck so hard it has your head changin’ direction
what were you surprised just like that i can switch the flow up
and pop shots and shoot cops with d-ck out i give no f-cks
i crash trucks and sell drugs and blast caps and why
cause i am a thug and i’m number one and i delight in watchin’ you die
postin bail loadin sh-lls bullet trails cross the sky
and i am the boss just take this loss you’re just some f-ckin’ guy
who can’t write bars or play guitar and spends all day gettin’ high
who now stands before s n s who’s the best and now he’s horrified

who’s the best?
mc scratch n scribbles most certainly is
who is back?
me the best mc about to teach these kids
and what you gon do?
imma take a line off my keys
and straight up murder every motherf-cker who’s f-ckin’ wit me

i am rap game’s premiere meme mc supreme
who’s not givin’ f-cks down for f-ckin’ up an inferior mc
see they mouths flappin’ they toes tappin’ they’re irrelevant and their rhymes suck
but still they steppin’ up to spill their guts i’ll sn-tch the mic i don’t give a f-ck
i’ll run amok i’ll bring the ruckus i’ll bust a nut all on their b-tch
they’re awestruck they’re dumb schmucks my gat blast got perfect pitch
on the silk road like namco call me dig dug cause it’s drill time
i’m pimpin’ hoes put a slug through your chest and sn-tch the crown cause that sh-t’s mine
i’ll cut in line cause i’m rich as f-ck i’m way up like your hairline
and i won’t stop i’ll outrun the cops while your car collides with a stop sign
they say i’m the best they’re right
poppin’ shots down the block all night
but this white snake moans where the haters all roam and they best get outta my sight
many crying families out there right now cause of me
cause i’m on the loose and drinkin’ booze and still runnin’ free off that murder spree
and my next victim fits a profile of a big mouth and no game
so i spit these bars and load this gat and lower his -ss into the grave

- mc scratch n scribbles lyrics

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