WORST VERSE //

Grew up on songs and John/
Wayne was a nazi/
bumpin' millions of dead cops/
as we hop in Cuda's M series and take off/
to cruise around the block
I unlock the drop top/
and the wind picks up/
ruffling the fringed bottom of her little crop top/
and we're on our way/
on down to the park/
It's a beautiful day
And it's summer so there's always honeys buzzin round the spot/ like bees/
and they like me/ I think? they like me/ I pay their lawyer fees/
judge asked if they were guilty/
said "trick I might be"/
nose rings say "bite me"/
and I want to/
these girls look so cool/
rockin' septum piercings but don't take no bull/
They need a Yung Pacemaker like their hearts is stopped/
I rock a stupid haircut my head looks like a mop/
it's bald all around and I let the top flop/
it's either that or throw a box logo up top/
and yea spending money on a hat/
is foolish I know/
but I save enough cash passin' on theatrics/ club hits/ and backflips for major labels/
like I don't need the rap money/
I got better stable ways of putting bread up on the table/
climbin' stacks/ and I'm makin' em too/
while your friends are wastin' time getting faded with you/
and you're just not cool/
the tank tops in the winter showin' bad tattoos/
and yea we get big manly man "no homo" dude/
but your still kinda more of a fag than Nick Bentley's dad/
and that's saying a lot/
cause I hate that dude more than Stray hates cops/
copped some new come ups/ Givenchy over Louis V/
and they know I can't afford it so they just give it to me/ for free/ it's easy/ to be me/ spinning lyrical tornados a little more than breezy/ say you're flying high but I'm rapping a whirlwind/
clean mind sending words that will put your jet in a tailspin/
better grab a chute cause you're gonna be bailin'/
Out here pushing envelopes like ima U.S. mailmen/
going postal/
and I do hope you know I wrote/ every verse in this whole/
mixtape in a work week/
so I guess in a round about way you could say/
I got paid to rap before I even got paid to rap/
and while you wrap your mind around that last line/
I'll continue by telling you mine/
was occupied on the daily grind/
pressed for time/
Hungry and no sleep combined/
and I still slapped down material twice as good as what y'all usually hearin'/
and that's not even boastful/
that's just an anecdote/
that goes to show/ or say/ that rappers today/
are careless about what they put out/
seemingly only concerned with "if she puts out"/
or getting drunk of of stout/
giving into a bout/
with narcissism and drunkeness/
are y'all hearing this?/
It doesn't seem like it/
and I'm not convinced you aren't impressed/
with fraudulent lines of pieces and dimes/
overly simplified minds/
"making mine" and doin' time/
in the back of your minds/
it's cool to do time/
like a convict/
convicted in wasted time/
and not putting my own mind to good use/
using resources as a commodity/
on the commode flushing creativity and originality/