All of you cats out there keep on acting like you are the best thing ever to happen to rap 8) , yeah right guess what? I've got a sister in the US called Oprah Winfrey.
You see man, the thing is all of you cats who call yourselves mc's don't even know the core essence of being an MC. You keep on bragging about how many blow jobs you'all are getting or how many chicks you all are f***ing well man you beyatches really get on my nerves you all carry fake weight like carbon fibre metal bicycles and you still claim to roll and kill rap cyphers like you all did the 360 on a spitting circle.
listen fakers I don't wanna get mad because if I do get mad, somebody is gonna be ducktaped on the mouth and thrown at the south of the ocean with your hands and feet cut loose and hanging like rubber belts and you will be in the water until you look like you skin melts. I've been rapping for well over seven years and I'm only 18 years old and you can really do the math for yourself that I was destined to be the only dominant rapper in South Africa because I was called by the Ancestors of the Rhythm to the Sacred Place by the tender age of eleven and I still managed to kill some ghosts that I was freestyling with underwater when I was really getting the knowledge.
So the next time You all call yourselves the best you better remember: the Soxman Swordsman Cranium warned you. Until the next killing celebration peace and masturbate your flows so that you can spit some sick stuff.
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