Vengeance (Freestyle)
Mostack rapped all about the liars
I can relate so became a writer
Man chat shit so we made him crya
Don't need guns cos my bars fire
Don't have a car so a bike a rider
Black mask on so they call me Vader
You ride round with a blade and saber
Have 12 G's but they ain't gone save ya
Yeah I work and rap for paper
If you bring your girl I'll take her
You grab balls just like the lakers
So don't chat bout being gay bruh
All the girly come rave together
Pair em up like salt and pepper
Ready for the rave any day or weather
We got the vibe yeah we rave forever
Sexy gyal want my d
She can't handle, prodigy
I've had to fight for what I've got
You've won't fight for g or Thot
Back it up now got the ting on lock
Shut down what we shut down block
Firing skengs will you pop ya glock
Come on then mate show me what ya got
Your G's neeks always coming in flock
You ain't hard you looking quite soft
Just like baby I'll have you in Cot
Don't diss the boys and don't diss mandem
I'll have your neck just looking like a fountain
Chat about paper but you ain't seen the pounds dem
If you wanna you chat then you'll end up in the ground then
I only talk about the realest facts!
Playin football like I'm Matty with cash
Bury you fast you looking like trash
If I touch you I will probably rash
Looking like a Paedo with ya tash
Why do man think that they hard and mad
Do you man really think you bad
When you just a snakey rat
Give that neek right there a slap
Best fuck off and don't be daft
I will give your girl my shaft
All you man are a bag of fags
More menthols than I smoke at pats
All these mandem full of greed
Acting like it's assassins creed
I smoke weed to quit the speed
Owboys got them maddest beats
In the studio tryna plant my seed
Lyrical master what's my name
Most people try and say it's Cade
They didn't see my rise from flames
I now go by the name of Fade
Cross that shit like X again
Got your girl screaming "ooh I came"
That's the effect I have on dames
They be saying I'm mad for sure
If you don't like it then get out the door
Shoutout to everybody Pon floor
Smoke all the weeds now you think that ya bad
It's kinda mad how you really think that
But then I can't be seen as weak
Kick out chair from under me
All the mandem fucking neeks
All the gyaldem laughed at me
I will slap all your brothers and ya dad
Pull out a joint and pull out a can
While I'm chilling with ya mum and ya sister
They said To me that they really do not miss ya
Cos their hanging with the real maddest mista
If you wanna fly then you better get a visa
YEAAAAHHHH
Yeah what's good
Let me tell you how it is
Lied bout me that sneaky bitch
Man chat shit like neek he is
Runs his mouth like fucking snitch
Chat bout me I'll shoot my shit
Bars are sick bars are good
Overflow like fucking flood
Mandem likes to think he bad
Scare em off them when I get mad
Suck your mum and suck your dad
That's a fag who married tramp
They conceived a whiny rat
Said you'd meet me where you at?
They conceived a whiny rat
Said you'd meet me where you at?
I can relate so became a writer
Man chat shit so we made him crya
Don't need guns cos my bars fire
Don't have a car so a bike a rider
Black mask on so they call me Vader
You ride round with a blade and saber
Have 12 G's but they ain't gone save ya
Yeah I work and rap for paper
If you bring your girl I'll take her
You grab balls just like the lakers
So don't chat bout being gay bruh
All the girly come rave together
Pair em up like salt and pepper
Ready for the rave any day or weather
We got the vibe yeah we rave forever
Sexy gyal want my d
She can't handle, prodigy
I've had to fight for what I've got
You've won't fight for g or Thot
Back it up now got the ting on lock
Shut down what we shut down block
Firing skengs will you pop ya glock
Come on then mate show me what ya got
Your G's neeks always coming in flock
You ain't hard you looking quite soft
Just like baby I'll have you in Cot
Don't diss the boys and don't diss mandem
I'll have your neck just looking like a fountain
Chat about paper but you ain't seen the pounds dem
If you wanna you chat then you'll end up in the ground then
I only talk about the realest facts!
Playin football like I'm Matty with cash
Bury you fast you looking like trash
If I touch you I will probably rash
Looking like a Paedo with ya tash
Why do man think that they hard and mad
Do you man really think you bad
When you just a snakey rat
Give that neek right there a slap
Best fuck off and don't be daft
I will give your girl my shaft
All you man are a bag of fags
More menthols than I smoke at pats
All these mandem full of greed
Acting like it's assassins creed
I smoke weed to quit the speed
Owboys got them maddest beats
In the studio tryna plant my seed
Lyrical master what's my name
Most people try and say it's Cade
They didn't see my rise from flames
I now go by the name of Fade
Cross that shit like X again
Got your girl screaming "ooh I came"
That's the effect I have on dames
They be saying I'm mad for sure
If you don't like it then get out the door
Shoutout to everybody Pon floor
Smoke all the weeds now you think that ya bad
It's kinda mad how you really think that
But then I can't be seen as weak
Kick out chair from under me
All the mandem fucking neeks
All the gyaldem laughed at me
I will slap all your brothers and ya dad
Pull out a joint and pull out a can
While I'm chilling with ya mum and ya sister
They said To me that they really do not miss ya
Cos their hanging with the real maddest mista
If you wanna fly then you better get a visa
YEAAAAHHHH
Yeah what's good
Let me tell you how it is
Lied bout me that sneaky bitch
Man chat shit like neek he is
Runs his mouth like fucking snitch
Chat bout me I'll shoot my shit
Bars are sick bars are good
Overflow like fucking flood
Mandem likes to think he bad
Scare em off them when I get mad
Suck your mum and suck your dad
That's a fag who married tramp
They conceived a whiny rat
Said you'd meet me where you at?
They conceived a whiny rat
Said you'd meet me where you at?
Credits
Writer(s): Cade Meanwell
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