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Used to write rhymes I had written like a hundred times No originality I'm still spitting profanity Its the only way I can release all my agony In thought it was a curse Its a gift every time I write a verse I can thing of million other things that rhyme with my words People would push me to a confession That would lead to the point of depression They start texting They say when I rap that I'm flexing Lil bitch tell me to back down, take a seat boy you're too weak Bitch I'll bury you six feet once I've finished fucking with my killstreak F*ck off I'll bash you with bars that's a nose bleed You talk shit bow, you always said I couldn't do it Then when I make it you say you always knew I could do it Stop the catfishing I brush it off so you don't see what your damaging But after a while my feelings started vanishing I'll have to deal with the pressure forever While I'm here may as will list the shit I wanna get off my chest Once I make it I'll list them, I will, you'll see I'll be like eminem with a multiplatnum selling CD Tell me I'm the bees knees Than you go and cheat on me Bitch please Call me fake bitch your the fucking one who on my wants me for my money That's always up for debate See you in hell bitch Wish you well My whole like I've been used Abused Taken by the balls and used for monetary use Once they've finished with me I'll get accused Go to court can I please be excused Vomit up some of mum's spaghetti and pretend to be calm and ready When in reality I wanna drive a bently and slit my throat with a fucking machete Used to write rhymes I had written like a hundred times No originality I'm still spitting profanity Its the only way I can release all my agony In thought it was a curse Its a gift every time I write a verse I can thing of million other things that rhyme with my words People would push me to a confession That would lead to the point of depression They start texting They say when I rap that I'm flexing Used to write rhymes I had written like a hundred times No originality I'm still spitting profanity Its the only way I can release all my agony In thought it was a curse Its a gift every time I write a verse I can thing of million other things that rhyme with my words People would push me to a confession That would lead to the point of depression They start texting They say when I rap that I'm flexing