What's Left

Where does this leave me bitch on the top

Floor watch him drop When he pop

Up nobody stop

For him that's

Normal don't give a shit

What you pop

On your hip-hop forum

What you spit boring

What you drop awful

It is not artful

But I'm sick

For a low cost

Spit hot vocals

I don't hand shit off

I don't cut corners

And my crops

Purple

Not to pop

Your circle but

You ain't talented

For spitting triplets

Bout as much as girls

For twerking butts or

For bopping dicks

You're not shit

What's popping kid

You're an obnoxious cyst

Oh the world's tits

And I'm popping it

Get a napkin stop the drip

Then you all crust no blemish

Hope you all cop cherish

Homie put his heart in that

And he better

Not be

Embarrassed we

The rarest mix

And we

Don't care if

It's not to your liking

Eat a ton bucket of dicks

You fucking tricks

Stuck in the mix

While I pluck licks

Off you just a hiccup

Best to run

Your shit up

I ain't robbing you

I'm just

Retrieving what I'm due

From my job

It don't belong to you

I'm just a dog and you're food

The hawk is rude

In the night time

I'm still convinced

I'm writing the right lines

But if I'm not I'm fine

I hop online

And post a timeline

These are my rhymes

So that's what matters