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    The Nonsense thread

    in Channel Zero

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    ^fucking hulk smash!

     

     

     

     

     

    non sense :

     

    Otis Remix produced by Vthov aka Vinthoven

     

    Yall can hate on this I don't need ya props...

     

    Ain't even waiting for beat to drop

    Tired of hearing all your music about the things you got

    Squeezin glocks, unfit to lead the lost

    Watch my ether cause yall's knees to lock

    See I'ma make real music till my breathing stops

    And I'ma call yall out until you leave ya spot

    Got your fans sayin damn ya boi V's a prob

    With a flow so cold it could freeze da rock

    Third one from the sun you can't heat ya spot

    You're a wolf in sheeps' clothing trying to eat da flock

    But I carry a big stick that'll leave ya limbs ripped

    You gets nothin bitch even your fleas will starve

    When I leave you scarred bruised and breathin hard

    From ass whoopins so big they can be seen from Mars

    I'm hot like the sun when I speak these bars

    Put on your sunblock or they'll leave you charred

    I fear no man because I speak to God

    I reject ya flow cause I don't feel ya heart

    All the gansta ass rappers tryin to seize the charts

    Will succeed as long as you people believe they hard

    And all the champaign sippin, woodgrain grippin

    Bitch niggas spittin bout their little rims spinnin

    Don't want yall to know that they don't got a pot to piss in

    They rap about the bull shit keepin up they image

    And thugs too, all this street cred's a gimmick

    Who cares about college follow us go to prison

    You sound real stupid hope you get a big sentence

    Persecuting smart kids holds the hood back pimpin

    But yall don't hear me, cause yall won't listen

    Unless I talk about champaign swag and bitches

    And how I got the white cookin up in the kitchen

    And how I got shot 12 times without flinchin

    And get locked up twice a year without snitchin

    And kill at least five guys a night without slippin

    And how the Ruger blasts every day without missin

    And how I smash models and they walk away limpin

    Ugh, but that don't line up with mission

    See I'ma keep it real I can't give up my position

    Before I rap a bar about how my ice glistens

    Or tell a young girl she's only good for gold diggin

    Or tell a young man that the street life's the business

    I'll give up rap for ever grab a pole and go fishin

    See yall can kick rocks with no socks and some slippers

    Rappin like this I won't see no figures

    Paparazzi might not ever snap my picture

    But that don't change the fact that I still flow sicker

    Than your favorite rapper's favorite rapper's favorite mentor

    And my flows are colder then some polar bear whiskers

    So while yall brag about how yall born to be killas

    I'ma tell the kids in the hood to dream bigger

    It's a cold world learn to stay warm in the winter

    Invest in your future focus on the big picture

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