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Cancel That Freestyle
Erinem
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I don't see our differences as much of a problem
I'll stick to making the dream, and eating ramen
And you stick to making some green, off bein' common
Erykah Badu must have put you in a bad mood
People say I'm always a joy, I'm almond
If there's a problem, I solve 'em
I'm coming for you all, coming for all of 'em
But you keep calm, and I'll keep on
Writing the rhymes
That stick in your minds
Like noodles
People who met me
Say I'm sketchy
Like ink doodles
Rapping this shit is like putting a
Pit against poodles
And you're fixing to get this mutt ticked
Might end up making your leg
Into a Beggin' Strip
I attack and crack like an egg
Force my way like a round hole
Gets fucked up by a square peg
Like a pagan bout to cut a Christian
But keep on sub-dissing and butt-kissing
I'd have to be a fucking nut to be missing
My chance on this
I'm on a mission, and I'm not just pissed off
I'm up and down like a piston
Step at me, you better hope
I don't start tripping
You losers keep waiting
You must be loopy and hallucinating
You're looking at me like you're seeing shit
While I'm coming out of your TV screen
Like that Ring bitch
I'm looking at you Cleopatra
Don't ask where the king went
Fuck up some commas, why would I wanna
I don't give a fuck if money calls me
I'm just too fly to let a comma cause me
To go kamikaze
Two commas are too common and I don't let
A period pause me
I'm on top of the pyramid, ain't a peer in it
So I'm getting ballsy
If I wanna sell out
I'll go fuck Halsey
And say some shit about someone with
Cerebral palsy
It'll be terrible, and you can all be
Like hashtag cancel that
And then rap can go back to busting a bag
And making stacks off all the fans of that
I don't give a damn about these new acts
They just keep making them more wack
You can all fuck off, you're too soft
You're looking like the type who
Drove straight through Compton
With the windows and doors locked!
Of course I'm gonna fight you
I've never been the type to
Just take a hit
I'm not like you
Not much of a pacifist
I'd much rather just pass a fist at you
And beat you dead
Cause I hit like I got a hand
Made of lead
Put up your fist too bitch, let's do this
You're gonna swear you got hit in the head
By the fist of Joe Louis
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