Ego Boast
This is for anyone who wants to prove that they're the best at rap/hip hop, this is pure insults you can use as inspiration or just drag and drop into your track...have fun!!
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Verse 1:
You're just a part but I'm the whole set
I'm all in, you're not willing to bet
You can't set me up with this poker face
Got a red hot poker to sit you in place
You're sitting still like it's life in prison
I write like a demon with a face like I'm chilling
No religion so I need no repentance
No vendettas cos I had my vengeance
Can't touch this bitch I'm here forever
I'm in this business to be nothing but clever
Endeavour to be more than one guy
If I sever my tie it's cos you don't fly
I defy you to say I won't rise
Cos I'm already getting better before your eyes
This miracle gift is only mine
If you're a mortal then don't waste my time
Verse 2:
My mind is so fast they say it's pure power
You're ground level I'm the penthouse tower
I won't be swayed by pretty things in the game
I won't be played by girls of any name
Fuck a solid I'm spreading like a gas
Don't get gassed I'm told that your facts
are so relaxed I can't call them lies
I call them fantasies made in your mind
Take a break, give yourself a breather
Don't use all your energy on me cos I'll deplete ya
I'm taking big leaps you're scrambling for a feature
You're babbling like a pitiful creature
I pity the day your mother had to meet ya
Would've thought she was a cattle breeder
Now to the greatest of the crap your bars are lit
But I'm the flame that you feed off bitch
Verse 3:
Third verse and I've got less to say
Cos decimating your character is a fun game
But you lack the substance to go really deep
Like when I fit my balls in your girl last week
HAHA man I got lines for days
While I spit lyrics you sniff lines for days
You're too small to be called a hit and run
You're too much a tool for me to use a gun
You're the pebble in the road my car doesn't feel
Your feeble persona doesn't feel real
It's funny cos the joke is you even existed
So beyond a misfit cos your mum took this dick
For about 20 quid and she did plenty before
The bedroom, the kitchen even on the floor
I don't wanna say whore but that's literally the job
And that's why you're deformed so off you hop
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