All these fucking rappers with their such big ambitions
They talk to a microphone and call that rapping
Wow what a fucking talent bitch
All these fucking poseurs
Lying to your fans for fucking fame
You did worse, lied to yourself, fucking lame
Talking about family, being good for others
Reality check
They tryna beat some kids and steal their money
Talking shit about love and kids
Reality check
Beating his girlfriend, afraid to ask for help, kids mentally harmed
Good dawgs always by your side
Sure they do
What a forced fake masculinity
Who you tryna impress
If they only would have know what's under this disgusting fake face
Don't ever call me rapper
I'm not looking for attention
I'm just hurting my throat
Never fucking play pretend
Rap is crap, let it finally die
Rap is about growing your fake ego
CRAPPERS
You mean nothing, it's just speaking to a microphone
Everyone can talk
And you call that rapping
What a fucking skill
Killing this rap game bullshit
Looking for a shout out
Okay you're so fucking cool now wow
Oh my god, how you do it?
Come and teach us this fucking skill
Wow we want to be friends with you
Wow wow
Your lyrics are so positive and deep
Your music saved my fucking life
Now I got beaten by your listeners
Afraid to go out at night
If you wanted it, con-fucking-grats
We're all fucking frightened
Music for passion
Passion aggression
Shame, shame, shame
That you don't understand
I am not a rapper
I'm just killing the game
My music ruins people's life
Maybe I shouldn't hate you for being fake
I get it
It's about surviving in this cruel world
Sorry, rather die real
I'm bad at lies
So fuck your music and fuck you
