Fiction

[Verse 1: J Trauma] Fake bitches so weak, they like combustible elements I'm harder than corundum, you pussies lookin so delicate Talkin shit to me, I'll crush your whole skeleton Haters so mad, they real salty and petulant I say one word and make your girl wet as an ocean You showin emotion, she likes me more cuz you're atrocious I'm prettier than Flacko, making art like I'm Picasso You rappers are nothing, eat y'all up like tacos I've been it, your woman saw my dick, she beggin I ripped her ass and nutted on her face, happy endin Call me Ugly Mane, I send em to the essence You wacker than Pakyed, my music is a blessin Uh, I smoke about two dimes and get to business Make your bitch twerk so much, she sweatin more than a gymnast Make about a couple thou, that's my destiny Rob you for your weaponry cuz that's my fuckin specialty And I'm at my highest supremacy, I'm killing this beat intentionally, cuz I don't give a fuck bout actin respectfully Not afraid to make new enemies, I'm chugging so much Hennessy, I wonder what's my current life expectancy If she say no, I'll murder her fiance She know I'm flyer than a V-22 Osprey More connected than preteen bitches on Fun Run The only time I ever give a shit is when the blunt's done Uh, and you faggots know I run this Keep my name out your mouth unless you like crutches Fuck a passing math grade, only counting these hundreds Stop talking shit to me, your breath smell like onions! So does the gutbox, I'll just eat from my lunchbox How you stink and expect me to get in between your buttocks? Gunshots be louder than my white widow, every trait of me is like a magnet for these white bimbos Blowin on that indo, jizz up in that bitch ho, if she gets pregnant imma throw her out the window You gettin mad because I'm in your mama's playlist Ion even know why you fuck boys try to deny that I'm the greatest On your A-List, other pussies spitting gay shit You practicin ollies in the game, I'm bustin tre-flips I ain't cool with y'all, y'all ain't cool with me, diss me in a shitty fucking track, bruh, that's cool to me Uh, it's a bitch rapper holocaust, chain em up, slice em open, pelt em all with Molotovs J Trauma always victorious, fuck defeat And now my homie Walnut Jones about to crush this beat [Verse 2: Walnut Jones] Got alot of property And we live in poverty never living properly Every night a robbery,they prolly robbing me Or raping up my neighbors inside her ovaries Theires no apologies, we dont see no policies Cause getting into trouble are our only qualites We taking all the G’s and we building colonies In the belly of the beast where a demon a swalloed me Another night in projects taking all these objects Sell em for a profit at the pawn Breaking into closets,looking in ya ride Some guy telling us get off his lawn.. We gotta do em wrong, I look over at my nigga sean I gave him the signal it was on reached in his back Got black gat bap bap bap and then we had rannn And i didn’t look back, man tell me whats use Just see a nigga leaking like juice Threw up the duece, my nigga had to scat Told him not worry, i would get rid of the gat But i was playing cat, curiousty had killed me Fingerprints revealed me, how could i be silly I returned to my home where I saw blue and red I knew in my head that that 2 of us were dead I was gonna cry, but i never shed a tear from my eye If im gonna run, i gotta try My memory is dry Now I wonder why Probally cause The story that im telling is a lie