[Intro]
Introducing the new guys..uhh
The editors with swag, not fags
Uhh...uhh..
The new crew in Rapexegesis
Whattup fam
[Hook]
Real nigs come first
All the other fags are worse
Don't jack our style or we'll need a naked nurse
Real nigs come first
[Verse 1: Nossay]
Most of y'all now me as Nosmel, the dickriding faggot
Who should just Amanda Todd himself and get raped by a maggot
Well, I became an editor now, shout out to Stephen
I got hot rhymes, and there's no chance I'll leave you breathin'
Some of you wanted me to go, too bad I'm not leavin'
Word to Weezy, my raps ain't got no ceilings
Lemson ain't got shit on me, I'm like radioactive decay
Once I'm done with you, you're history like Everybody Loves Ray
Been editor for like 3 weeks and I still got haters
Fuck this shit, it don't matter, they're my motivators
I'm only 15, but got bitches like Claire Abbott
I'm on a roll, bitch, don't kill my train of thought
So here's how it goes, 1, 2, 3, and to the 4
Fuck Lemson, don't change my shit
Phuckin fagget, stop sending me pics of a spider girl's tits
Lol, wait, wut
[Verse 2: MC Quotesaq]
You could find my quotes in a saq
Mon débit dans un lac
Along with some bodies Odd Future dropped
(They Ain’t Swimmin' Man)
I got props, like a cool pops
Topin' tracks when I'm rockin raps
And if you half step, you get your ass dropped
Off your pedistool, uh, you, uh, mega-fool
We just some mad teens with mad dreams
About swag, mad limosines, magazines and
Getting fly ladies, pullin' skins like Buffalo Bill
Yo heres some advice: Take the blue pill
I got skill, my physical's filled with it
I was the shit, and I still am it
The more I kick it, I sicken
Like Alex DeLarge
After the treatment
[Bridge: MC Quotsaq] (x2)
Me, Nossay, and Nimpeo are chillin'
Me, Nossay, and Nimpeo are top billin'
We are still in, effect
So check
[Verse 3: Nimpeo]
Dropping a verse, gonna make this shit relevant
No need to rehearse, I’m ill like an elephant
Wut?
Fuck y’all’s relevance, fuck my benevolence
Shits cray to say the least, rhymes ill like a Jackson dance
My mind is a beast, ‘bout to unleash, letting it feast
Travelling east, I’m a ninja ya bish
No bish can resist, get ‘em dancing to this
Making you throw up a fist, like you’re throwing a fit
My style is consist-ent, getting my pay-ment
You can’t even pay rent, foreclosing your house
Impressing your spouse, leaving you ruined
Feeling like you’ve sinned, fuck it I’m out y’all
*awkward silence*
*music stops*
*crackling begins*
*some spacy shit comes on*
[Verse 4: Dyaz]
Embody the futuristic catastrophe, it'll show the best of me
While you will be left to be... just left to be to examine thee
Simple similes circling syntheses showing sickle-cell anemia
That you got for not cleaning your face when you got off my dick like Cecilia
