Whoremoans

[Intro] Here's a little song I–I could sing for you [Hook: Edits] If you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones And if you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones You couldn't write a silent rhyme, I'll take you out with pantomimes And if you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones If you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones You couldn't write a silent rhyme, I'll take you out with pantomimes [Verse 1: Hons] Well Honson lines up cunts like fist-fucking chicks with [?] Hard to get rid of like orphans, more restraining than orders We be the hip-hop performers [?] beef in double quarters Killing kids like abortions with the drop of a chorus This track'll be recorded at the Sticky Tape Lodge Leavin' those with no antidore, my circus with cops The verses you drop on any track I pack with skill Your idea of distribution's your tape with Macca's Happy Meals Packin' more playouts than Keno, damn, we're scorchin' hot Droppin' punchlines on me's like openin' up Pandora's box Got you watching your step like little girls playing hopscotch And now it's time for [?] with production that's top-notch Flows that don't mess, raps that leave you tone deaf Beating me's not gonna happen like getting pregnant from phone sex Or of my own sense, own flows, I bomb shows Funkoars keep your girl's snatch wet like a dog's nose [Verse 2: Sesta] We've been feeding this verse with the reason for this beef You bringing diminishing critics by flipping my tongue on the mic like cunnilingus Why you even here today? Hittin' the split of the chick's pink bits like it was written in brail And I've gone blind 'Cause I'm sick of your third eye speakin' your suicidal mind So why don't you just save us the time and die? Got you're hiding like a faggot in the days of The Bible You're hearin' us spit it quicker than these two fingers into your sister Chris and her were the first leading blisters And you're scared 'cause it's not hard to bypass your heart Got you paler than the bottom half of my arm, you see: I don't give a fuck Like my dick was stapled to my nuts And I walk around on crutches because of the sheer size of my crotch This verse is over like every track your vocals touch [Hook: Edits] If you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones And if you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's You couldn't write a silent rhyme, I'll take you out with pantomimes And if you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones If you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones [Verse 3: Trials] I be the most lethal post-foetal beat jacker Known to slap a wack rapper in line for fuckin' with mine My rhymes leave you in a daze like weeks to fortnights But now I'm twice as nice, and when I'm slaughterin' mics I'm on top of this situation like chicks dominated I'm losin' patience like a plane-struck nation See I'm sick of suckers that try, they're hand demandin' respect Like it's an unpaid debt, what you expect? You better check the noise that these MCs make My release date sparks gallant girls three ways Keep your place, well cunt, your luck's up Man I need the pornos to make your crew shut the fuck up This ain't a game but, if it was, I'd be under par Like I was spittin' rap backwards, it ain't that hard To see that fuckin' with me's like larceny Because you get a game quicker than the last MC [Verse 4: Vents] You shouldn't step to the damager, many challengers Try to battle the Vents when they grab me Havin' skills or the freestyle stamina So you best scatter you forgot a type savager Jet like I'm Arab with a dynamite packager Who wants to stay strapped with the force of a terrorist? Vents I stay sober, vibin' off the terrorist threats And nevertheless, the recipe's especially fresh When the Vents snatch the breath from an enemy chest You better be jest, step like hastily bounce And go find the best route to the safety house Take me out? Nah, nah bro, that ain't rational I sicker than a side effect, that's why I'm Panadol So use a capital V for the animal Murder you and rappers say thanks when I'm servin' ya [Hook: Edits] If you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones And if you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's You couldn't write a silent rhyme, I'll take you out with pantomimes And if you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones If you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones