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raw lyricism - oscar biggs lyrics

(verse1 oscar biggs)
i keep it real m*th*f*ckas that’s why my raps is rough
quit frontin’ son you ain’t half this tough yo raps is bluffs
you know o style my skin’s tatted up
fat chains stackin’ bucks f*ckin’ sl*ts till i blast a nut
in the past some cats f*cked me up i bounced back
got my pounds back the st*lawrence river is where they drowned at
i’m montreal’s king of the underground rap
get the frown smacked off of your face gimme my crown back
i don’t get it your phoney but still getting’ putted on and full of clout
it’s ironic like getting’ a chick pregnant on a pull out couch
just retire yo you should dash with your lame rhymes
you can’t even chew bubble gum and walk at the same time
you must be prayin’ and wishin’ you could keep hopin’ your nice
your like hip hop’s bl*wj*b quit deep throathin’ the mic
as i grow older my heart be gettin’ colder and colder
p*ssed off cruisin’ fast trash rappers i’m rollin’ over
i murder mics like the american army k!lls foreign soldiers
wack emcees i crush like orange sodas
avoid the beef yo scoop me your gold bullova
go put yo gun away punk b*tch and fold your holdster
braggalicious mad delicious my rhymes is bad and vicious
plus i f*ck chicks like a pro you could ask my mistress
that’s some sl!ck sh*t pass my district you’ll get dissed quick
no restrictions as i kick this get this you’se just a f*ggot victim
back to pimpin’ i’m inflinctin’ too much rhymes for you to handle
you can’t blind a 1000 watts light bulb using a candle
that’s idiotic hope you got it next time skip pass me
cause the fact to the matter is that your rhymes is f*ckin’ trash b
yo listen i’m dissin’ and p*ssin’ on your criticism
my devotion is hittin’ the rhythm with some lyricism
stayin’ chill and focusin’ on music is my decision
i’m on a mission and i can’t envision me stuck in prison
i got sk!lls for real i gets ill with that rappin
i’ll make your head bounce so hard ya’ll need some aspirin
i’ma hit you well ring your bells and give you h*ll
i’ll put yo f*ckin’ ass to sleep like seroquel
i’ma spit bars till ya’ll knocked out that’s what ya’ll assh0l*s askin
i’ma leave ya’ll flatlined and astral traveling
you little punks getting’ socked with a jab
i’m from montreal and never gave a f*ck about habs
i’m all about stackin’ ill chips then vanish real quick
after f*ckin’ your ho she asked me for d*ck
i don’t care if she got the saggiest tits
just suck my c*ck b*tch aiiyo gag on my d*ck
i pick up raggedy chicks you can say they be sk*nks
i throat f*ck em’ till they puke and then make em’ say thanks
yeah i’m that wicked ass f*ckin’ b*st*rd that speaks
about face f*ckin’ b*tches till they mascara leaks
it’s all the truth what i speak in my poems
i prefer thick chicks that got meat on they bones
wanna have s*x with me you know i’ll get mean
i’ll f*ck you in the ass then make you l!ck my d*ck clean
i keep it hardcore this ain’t just no phase
fake b*tches be cuttin’ they tits and throw they implants on stage
a crazy m*th*f*cka oscar’s beyond ill
i’d rip out your wife’s eye and skull f*ck her for real
amazingly raw i’m adding weight on my bars
i be racing to war i’ma leave your face with a scar

- oscar biggs lyrics

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