[Part 1: ANTI-SPIKEY]
[Verse]
3 hours, no play
The hoes don't scream "YAY!"
You're a slave on a Santa sleigh, you're actually so fucking gay
"YAY!", the hoes say it louder
Your addictions are just chili powder
I shoot your career with gunpowder
You aren't a "SPIKED BABY", you're disliked in the 80
I don't need your excuses
All you do is sip on guys’… juices
Get some real music taste
Your career is done for, put to waste
White ass rapper, call you white-faced
*Click*
[Part 2: Zutraterrestrial]
[Verse]
The spikes landin' on his head now
Sex is out sale, pale baby with a hat really got the rails
He pay hoes that their cakes go flat
Hе got a tat of a cat he'll never gеt
I bet all my money, screamin' isn't funny
3 hours of a coward with faggots, times 20
Now Nazelix, you betrayed me
Portrayed me as a baby lover, you hover over other rappers
Your shit is tight, no doubt
His is light, the fight between shit and right is night and day
He's gay, and you're a fuckin' soldier
The exposure you help for a retard is crazy
He a baby, you ain't a poser, right?
Might sign him up for a fake label, right?
Japinzzo? Rappin' ho's, Jazz singin' on its lows
Pokin' fun at me, fuck your stupid losin' crew and its showin' acne
Gettin' on your knees, beggin' me not to release a fuckin' joke?
You spoke too much, I speak truth now
Shoutout FAU Can
Ban SPIKED BABY
Crazy
[Part 3: Outro]
[Verse]
SPIKED BABY finna' die tonight, we call death this day
SPIKED BABY "losin' his shit?", right... as if that happenin'
SPIKED BABY rappin' over shit’ss, he ain't finna' survive
SPIKED BABY finna' fuckin' starve, don't do archives of his shit’ss
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