Never Trust A Rapper

[intro chant hook] Never trust a rapper Never Never Trust a rapper (preach) [deep distortion] Never trust a rapper Never Never trust a rapper (preach) [deep distortion] [verse] The clown prince returns as the world turns Did I say turns more like it starts to burn Watch the pieces move for finals we learn Chaos makers in their boot's shakers Feeling their oats like quakers Looking to hit the mark like makers Through lens of the norm storms chaos its born some living forlorn hear the battle horn Rattle the grounds with sound as rumbles adorn [chant hook] Never trust a rapper Never Never Trust a rapper (preach) [deep distortion] Never trust a rapper Never Never trust a rapper (preach) [deep distortion] (preach) [[bass hit] [(verse] When you hear a message from a rapper just accept that its flex, they are not the big shaker like tyrannosaurs rex They will scam don't give a damn just go inspect the deck They the jokers the smokers with chaos in their stance The battles unfold with lyrics and sticks and drums get empty they light up with hits. The dumb are just fire To start up the dire they don't just retire they burn up expire with notions of greatness that falls to the briars The stickers the hitters that prick bleed desire The fights stage the rage real a closed cage with all heels the final cut out for the bills all talking bout how they trill and ill while they can't fulfill the basic meals have to steal while wearing prop grills making fake deals [bass drop] [hook] Never trust a rapper Never Never Trust a rapper (preach) [deep distortion] Never trust a rapper Never Never trust a rapper (preach) [deep distortion] (preach) [bass roll] Flexers with no checkers who run they mouths like Boris Becker, Til the clock hits midnight and in comes the wreckers Try to hold up a spot this Midwest you rot get shot through the door hit the floor like a mop sliding on blood that flood you got checked cuz, caught a buzz thought you could duck the fuzz next thing you know you find out you not the stud. Dumb like that Elmer Fudd. Next thing your name is mud smoked like a top end bud smoke hits the system floods Blood shot eyes is your prize as your soul arise and fries cause you played the game like trick hurt the only people that now throw the switch. Karma is a bitch and your time is up running fast like a knock off Rolex. [chant hook] Never trust a rapper Never Never Trust a rapper (preach) [deep distortion] Never trust a rapper Never Never trust a rapper (preach) [deep distortion] (preach) Doughboy Productions