ATM-Funk Volume Contest IV “Don’t Fu[n]k Up Our Beats”

Funk Volume Contest IV. Please Subscribe, Comment and SHARE! Vote for me on the Funk Volume Facebook Page. THANK YOU! Lyrics… Ima grab my brush, to paint a better picture To all you other rappers, Ima be a grand richer Breaking you the news, like I’m Wolf Blitzer Bitch I ain’t playing but girl I’m fuckin with ya She started falling for me; the catch is that I missed her I used to get it in more times than Derek Fisher I loved the way she booty bounced; she loved the way I kissed her Would’ve chose her over money but figured money buys bitches Oh… And they say that I’m the illest Cooking green but trust me, what I’m cooking isn’t spinach Call my DJ up, said I’ll spit it when he spins it But he couldn’t find the beat, probably because I killed it I’m insane, people may think that I might have lost my brain I’m the king, Watching the Throne just means that you’ll watch my reign Too much pain, time for some medicine flowing through my veins Said that I would stop, so I did, for like a whole damn day Get out my face, personal space, get out my goddamn way Nothing ever changes, nothing, nothing, ever change I still ain’t make it yet, still hoping for that day But nothing, nothing, nothing, stopping me from reaching fame The rap game changed the moment I got on to it So many white rappers got you lactose intolerant Til I came in and gave Hip-Hop a tank of oxygen Ask him what had happened; he said he listened to Hopsin Stop it, boy don’t you got any conscience How you gonna <b>…</b>

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