Go check out Shhadow he’s one of the dopest: https://suno.com/@shhadow [Don da G] Bitch, get teared and maimed, buried in the game, and then I rip open your skull and pull out your brain (yeah), then snatch your Broca’s area, now you can’t cry for help when im scaring ya (ha) Im kinda like Demosthenes with the pebbles, the way i made it out the Compton ghetto, on a different level when I ride so you ain’t on my team, You tried, even if I died I’d still be in your fuckin dreams. Your shitty stew has me sickened, I’ll have your mind fried like Pioneer Chicken Your as plain as fuckin water, noway you could out rhyme, miracles on your ego, Now all you do is wine (ha) Brains stain the plain terrain, the pain maims lames into submission, and I ain’t missin on my mission of disposition of my opposition, in addition, I don’t even consider them competition the way I never run out of ammunition, I’m always spraying and hittin, and your friends won’t even have recognition of your decomposition. Don’t even ask me, I ain’t for hire, Your soul will get lifted like your local gospel choir. The massacre isn’t over yet, so shut up, Shhadow tear these motherfuckin bitches up. [Shhadow] I'm the sickest in this business. You ain't coming up inches I'm sick of these bitches too big for they britches. Cooking em up and the lab is my kitchen. Siccing the most, vicious, lyricist. You wanna hear great? then shut up and listen. Cause when you are spittin', I ain't hearin' a thing. Not even some crickets. Don? Pass 'em the shovels get them to dig their graves. Fuck it we carry this whole damn game. Give a fuck if you know me, but Don, they better know that name. On a whole other level so you pussies better close that page. Maybe I gotta dumb it down a bit. You dudes are getting cooked by a seasoned vet. Spittin' like a bi-polar bi-pedal bear that'd rip your eyes out if you can't see the greatness, have you tried bi focals? (Oh wait) Don I'm sick of these dudes thinkin' they're the next best thing. Never felt the struggle and knowing what I'm feeling is ecstacy. And maybe these people are thinking less of me. But they know damn well not to mess with me. But maybe they know not, to target my people cause Imma cook 'em in a slow cook pot. They can target me I'm beggin' for it but step to these dudes imma fuck you up. Just tell me how you want it. Wanna make it personal? Pussy, I ain't afraid to die But I applaud you cause you came to try. But you're gonna need to upgrade the arsenal. Cause your skill is barely marginal. Not even a partial of us. Don't mean to sound harsh but I'm sick of you arseholes. And now I'm done playin' and this game I ain't give a fuck what you're sayin' better get to sprayin' don't be afraid bitch fuck it take my lyrics and trace it. You couldn't diss me even after I sent the evidence of me that I dissected myself. And just a heads up? You better call for help. (Haha)
