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letra de roman's revenge (remix) - ashtin larold

[verse: ashtin larold]
rapping insane, call it schizophrenic
it’s good, don’t worry, but try not to panic
i listened to rap, and then i took a stab at it
evolved on the spot, the transformation was drastic
abracadabra with my lyrical magic
the skinny white boy within a natural habit
haters be cursing me off like, “god d-mn it!”
i saw a chance to take, so i had to grab it
who’d have thought this white boy had such talent?
i’m taking haters down, grim with my talons
know that i can do this alone, i’ve been a menace
and i guess that if i can’t, then that’s just tragic
i’m not a problem child, but i like to cause trouble
young buck just starting to sprout beard stubble
modest, but i’m definitely far from humble
got a problem with that? kiss my -ss, lick my grundle
i’m climbing to the top, so where’s rapunzel?
got to speak up, boy, just don’t mumble
taking the path, trying not to stumble
putting words together like a jigsaw puzzle
remember to keep your eyes on the prize
at the same time, i got my mind on my rhymes
i’mma take chances, try it, try
’til i take off and i fly in the sky
yeah, i know that i’m just that good
if you don’t know that by now, well, you should
i’m the best, not you, that’s understood
got ladies yelling, “timber!” when i get wood
call me xzibit, gotta concentrate
i’m competing f-cking welterweight
i’m feeling lucky, let’s raise the stakes
let me be the hero, ’cause i wanna save the day
make the play, but this ain’t the nfl
i’m large and in charge, f-cking xxl
everybody told me that i would excel
you didn’t get schooled, b-tch, you got expelled
i’m a little sick and tired of you dumb-ss young bucks
pull you aside, beat your -ss up with nunchucks
your first-grade rhymes make me wanna upchuck
they don’t make sense, have me asking, “um, what?”
’cause you’re illiterate dumbf-cks
i applaud your reference, kid, give you thumbs up
but your rhymes are staler than a nun’s c-nt
you spit, and the whole crowd got stunk up
enough, it’s time to take out the blunt’s guts
juicy fruit got the basement smell like a skunk’s b-tt
got the circle going, p-ss it and puff, puff
parents come down, and now they don’t trust us
my rhymes will probably make your minds do backflips
y’all cats are p-ss-es, i got the catnip
got freestyles, this the ultimate mad lib
i’m pale, not stale, so this cracker ain’t cracking
look at this rapper, [?]
such a shock to hear it from a lanky, white b-st-rd
i seem normal to [?] with that verse
but i blew up, and now i’m a master
normally, i’m calm and i’m full of laughter
p-ss me off, i get madder than a f-cking hatter
stab you in the bladder, hang your -ss from a rafter
faster than the wind in a natural disaster
i’m going out to get plastered
then i’m chilling at the crib with a dutch right after
i’m high, blowing smoke rings, you can call me saturn
i’ll light up the b-tch just like a f-cking lantern
i spit hot, but my crew stays motley
blue eyes, blonde hair, looking like a f-cking n-z-
staying under radar, no paparazzi
still going hard, it takes a lot to stop me
try to karate-chop me
i’ll bite your arm off and sit back while you watch me
i don’t really care if you’re calling me c-cky
’cause if somebody chokes on the mic, well, they’re not me
try and burst my bubble, but a pin won’t pop me
’cause i’m up on top, staring down, feeling godly
beat your -ss with ice like we’re playing hockey
f-ck a penguin, my chain resembles a pot leaf

- ashtin larold

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