Shakespeare's 155th Sonnet Songtext
von Exchecker
Shakespeare's 155th Sonnet Songtext
Dirty ass beat, you′re fucking privileged
To watch your ass be beaten on a fucking masterpiece
I'm Master Chief, hand me the next piece of meat
Served on a plate, these cats should feed me the beef
MCs are sleazing on the job, unpleased that I′m Rob Mugabe
They're like yaa slay
When I grab the microphone and force them to transfuse aids
It's an epidemic, rappers thinkin they′re lyricists
When they raise the hi-hats I′ll raise my fuckin fist
For the true rappers, I'll have to squash these fuckin cysts
If you write a rap verse I should at least get the gist
Or at least feel the heat or at least start a fire
But I′m the high priest and you're the town crier
Fuelling the desire to be replaced
By CStraight spitting dope raps in one take
They say we takin it back, I say we leading in front
R2 jump to lightspeed and leave these fucking cunts In fact I′m born royal made a pact to stay loyal
Double double, trouble and turmoil
I cast out my line for shitty rappers and reel em in with worm oil
I've been boiled, down to the fucking core
I tried to stay calm but this beat demands more
Leave em dead on the moor, torn apart by whores
Corpses lookin like a deleted scene from jaws
You′re right Chief Brody you're gonna need a bigger boat
To accommodate for joke meme rappers who wrote
The worst songs of the year, I quoted Shakespeare
And they look over at me like I don't deserve a peerage
I jeer at kids I gnaw ribs I take hits and I call dibs
On a spot at the top, they ask if it′s my job
Transferring the world to rhymes occupies my mind full time
But the next time I get asked a dumb fucking question
I′ll make em get on their knees and learn a fucking lesson
Back after the hook you can tell I've calmed down
20 girls just walked in my room and took off their dressing gowns
Fat ass raps and a bad bitch to match
I′m the complete fucking package, go ask your lap dancer
I've got dicks, splasher and a donner kebab
I′ve even got the waitress taking off her hijab
But listen, I ain't letting rappers off
But when I spit these sick bars MC′s automatically sleaze
I just please like an automaton in 2055
I'm lightyears ahead flying too high from my hive
R2 can we get a flight check update
Your favourite emo rapper just got accused of date rape
It's a sad fucking truth and it′s the state of hip-hop
Pussies thinking wanting to die gives them an entitlement to a survival of living liable
That′s a lot of words but I invade like the kurds
Take all of your money and put your faith in CStraight
I'll be sat on my stacks, raking in all their cash
Eating nando′s mash while they wait for the scraps
I'm an illustrator I illustrate while they contemplate
My raps paint a picture like Quentin Blake
But with words I′m Roald Dahl grab the mic like Jinder Mahal
My lyrics are taking off like Charles de Gaulle
You'd think I was trained in the mountains of Nepal
But no, this MC came out of Cheshire
Self trained myself to be a self proclaimed genius entertainer
How does that even work? I must be a god
This EP′s going intergalactic like General Zod
Zod Zod Zod Zod
Whoa that's the sound their audience makes
When they all take on the mic and start mumbling like they're baked
And now I′m on my knees praying and begging
That the next up to the mic is called Exchecker
Japow
To watch your ass be beaten on a fucking masterpiece
I'm Master Chief, hand me the next piece of meat
Served on a plate, these cats should feed me the beef
MCs are sleazing on the job, unpleased that I′m Rob Mugabe
They're like yaa slay
When I grab the microphone and force them to transfuse aids
It's an epidemic, rappers thinkin they′re lyricists
When they raise the hi-hats I′ll raise my fuckin fist
For the true rappers, I'll have to squash these fuckin cysts
If you write a rap verse I should at least get the gist
Or at least feel the heat or at least start a fire
But I′m the high priest and you're the town crier
Fuelling the desire to be replaced
By CStraight spitting dope raps in one take
They say we takin it back, I say we leading in front
R2 jump to lightspeed and leave these fucking cunts In fact I′m born royal made a pact to stay loyal
Double double, trouble and turmoil
I cast out my line for shitty rappers and reel em in with worm oil
I've been boiled, down to the fucking core
I tried to stay calm but this beat demands more
Leave em dead on the moor, torn apart by whores
Corpses lookin like a deleted scene from jaws
You′re right Chief Brody you're gonna need a bigger boat
To accommodate for joke meme rappers who wrote
The worst songs of the year, I quoted Shakespeare
And they look over at me like I don't deserve a peerage
I jeer at kids I gnaw ribs I take hits and I call dibs
On a spot at the top, they ask if it′s my job
Transferring the world to rhymes occupies my mind full time
But the next time I get asked a dumb fucking question
I′ll make em get on their knees and learn a fucking lesson
Back after the hook you can tell I've calmed down
20 girls just walked in my room and took off their dressing gowns
Fat ass raps and a bad bitch to match
I′m the complete fucking package, go ask your lap dancer
I've got dicks, splasher and a donner kebab
I′ve even got the waitress taking off her hijab
But listen, I ain't letting rappers off
But when I spit these sick bars MC′s automatically sleaze
I just please like an automaton in 2055
I'm lightyears ahead flying too high from my hive
R2 can we get a flight check update
Your favourite emo rapper just got accused of date rape
It's a sad fucking truth and it′s the state of hip-hop
Pussies thinking wanting to die gives them an entitlement to a survival of living liable
That′s a lot of words but I invade like the kurds
Take all of your money and put your faith in CStraight
I'll be sat on my stacks, raking in all their cash
Eating nando′s mash while they wait for the scraps
I'm an illustrator I illustrate while they contemplate
My raps paint a picture like Quentin Blake
But with words I′m Roald Dahl grab the mic like Jinder Mahal
My lyrics are taking off like Charles de Gaulle
You'd think I was trained in the mountains of Nepal
But no, this MC came out of Cheshire
Self trained myself to be a self proclaimed genius entertainer
How does that even work? I must be a god
This EP′s going intergalactic like General Zod
Zod Zod Zod Zod
Whoa that's the sound their audience makes
When they all take on the mic and start mumbling like they're baked
And now I′m on my knees praying and begging
That the next up to the mic is called Exchecker
Japow
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