MERMAN WANKER

I was just chilling that day
Smoking and checking my mail
Stupor expressed through my face when i read "copyright infringement complaint"
Open it up
Read a paragraph
They already took the song down
Yo wait, hol'up
Bust a fuckin' laugh
Now i got shit to get out
Motherfuck a fatso
I don't need your motherfucking instrumental
Tellin' ya you fucking mental
You reached out to me, you fucking meant to
Bro you a wanker that goes to the bank asking money for meth
And on weekends sells ass to pay rent
I killed your beat
That's why you reported
Next is you bitch
As i do rap on that
This
Fucker's a ghost now
Guess who's the boss now
You live in a ghost town
I'm gainin' some ground now
Hitting the gym like a bitch hits my dick
Fuck i'm so sick
They call me kriss
Bitch, you kiddin'? i don't need your beats
Don't fuck with your shit
Fuck you let me be
I do this for real
I don't care chum
I got nothing left
That i can lose
Don't you dare fool
To insinuate
That i did shit
That i didn't do
You made me waste my time
But that's alright
Yeah that's just fine
You made me tread the line
Keep that shit clear in your mind
Rock die kriss you? nevermind