RAPPING BULLSHIT

VERSE 1:
Yo, I fucking hate rappers, I fucking hate rapping/
All these fucking bait rappers, with their fucking fake rapping/
Talking about money, from their bedroom at their mums flat/
in their mono-tone voice, nahh bruv, I'm done with that/

Fuck your Youtube hits, it don't mean shit/
Could have a million plus, be broke getting draws on tick/
shit's faker than the Raybans they're wearing/
and all this tough talk they talk, when they talk, who the fuck they scaring/

No one's buying their CDs, so every download's free/
Talk like they moved crack by the key, reality, half ounce of weed/
it's a joke, sucking off producers for a dead beat/
and producers are as bad, always talking they got the fresh beats/

All sounding the same, outstandingly plane/
Post it once, no response, so they post it again/
If people didn't like it once, they won't like it twice/
Moving like chicks, Facebook rappers, doing it for the likes/

CHORUS:
Fuck these bullshit rappers, all rapping bullshit/
Money, Money, Money, but they can't afford shit/
Swag, haters, trap, all do is talk shit/
So fuck these Youtube rappers, rapping bullshit/
(Repeat)

VERSE 2:
talking about how fake everyone else is, while their buying up hits/
saying their the realest and the illest, who you lying to kid/
do I lie, ask the best of the best, how much the earnt/
UK Hip Hops dead, rot in pieces, and burn/

Like a CD of the greatest hits/
'cos no one's buying shit anyway, it's why the fucking scene here's, gone to bits/ and rappers talk like it's for the love, but it show's their mugs/
rich kids with no bills, still living at their mums/

'Cos in the real world, we're all fighting for rent/
and we ain't got fucking time, to be rhyming for friends/
these days, there's more fucking rappers, than there are fans/
I don't wanna hear your shit flows, I ain't clapping their hands/

Let alone downloading that shit you're putting out/
I don't care if it's free or not, these bitches need putting down/
I get it, your hard, your real, all other rappers are fake/
you shot, you hate cops, you got money, fuck jakes/

Everyone dislikes you're music, 'cos everyone's a hater/
you got swag, you're dope, you're ill, see you later/
on level though, am I alone? Mono-tone flow/
I'd rather listen to a bit of Mo-Town at home/

But my timelines canned, with all this shit I don't like/
And no it's not fucking grime, 'cos you rap double time/
put a fake voice on, change your accent and talk shit/
that's why I'm singing fuck all this Rapping Bullshit/

CHORUS:
Fuck these bullshit rappers, all rapping bullshit/
Money, Money, Money, but they can't afford shit/
Swag, haters, trap, all do is talk shit/
So fuck these Youtube rappers, rapping bullshit/
(Repeat)