Blow a Fuse

I’m getting mad, I’m getting sick of you rappers…
All’a you niggas is trash…
You getting a bag, I’m bout to put you in that…
Nigga you ruining rap…
Yeah I’m getting mad, I’m getting sick of these rappers…
All’a these niggas is trash…
They getting a bag, I’m bout to put em in that…
These niggas ruining rap…
All’a these niggas is garbage…
They think that their shit is the hardest…
I’m bout to make em a target…
I diss em and they won’t respond it…
BITCH
I shoulda come to your studio, schooling you niggas and make you read through
the notes…
I am a tutor so I know you stupid, you don’t have to gimme no moooola No…
You should know if you were looking for me that I’m usually chilling at
funerals…
Gotta be suited in front row
Witness em dipping my victim into the hole…
I ain’t no shooter but I know some dudes who can make you wish you didn’t pick
up the mic…
And we like to fight, the reason that we only get up at night is to kidnap and
I’m…
Getting mad, I’m getting sick of these rappers…
All’a you niggas is trash…
You getting a bag, I’m bout to put you in that…
Nigga you ruining rap…
Yeah I’m getting mad, I’m getting sick of these rappers…
All’a these niggas is trash…
They getting a bag, I’m bout to put em in that…
These niggas ruining rap…
You niggas suck, stick to the facts…
I listened and I couldn’t finish the track…
Seriously quit it your shit is just bad…
I give it a spin and I sit and I laugh…
Dope in the kitchen I live in a trap…
Still get it in with your bitch in a sack…
Wetting that pussy Iike pissing on cat…
That’s what you get when you licking the bag…
Of balls, whatever rapper calls me out…
Or thinking of dissing The RaG…
I send him a gift it and it hit him like plahh…
He falls, like nigga you did him like that…
Ofcourse…
I am the boss, the man, if I feel like it I can get rid of your ass…
Snakes only hiss when they chill in the grass…
When these niggas witchu they chit and they chat…
Like «Yo my nigga The RaG, when are you spitting them raps…
When are you killing the track…
And all the shit that you spit is it fiction or fact?
You beginning to get in my ass…
The more you pissing me off, I snap…
Listen to kids with their whack…
Shit. Spinning like back flips…
I’m getting a bin and I’m putting you in it…
I’m mad, I’m getting sick of you rappers…
All’a you niggas is trash…
You getting a bag, I’m bout to put you in that…
Nigga you ruining rap…
Yeah I’m getting mad, I’m getting sick of these rappers…
All’a these niggas is trash…
They getting a bag, I’m bout to put em in that…
These niggas ruining rap…