Stupid Prizes ft. Burnt Bakarak Lyrics

If emceeing boiled down to just saying a bunch of words

You would be the best rapper ever

Instead of just a nerd...

Never heard somebody talk so much and say so little

It's like you lost your train of thought and you saying drivel

Now you wanna go at me?

Pump your brakes a little

How's it look - the Fastest Man Alive

Trying to race a cripple?

Serving me all those wordy compositions

What disturbs me is, you really think you worthy competition

Have you heard me?

You really think it's worth stopping the session

To address you like you deserve my attention?

My album is so close to finished

And now I gotta take a break

And make 'em pay

They buckle under pressure like a paper plate

This beat got my adrenaline charged

That's when I started sending these bars

That'll end 'em, and send 'em to God

The Reaper comes for us all

I don't care who you are

He's probably coming a whole lot sooner for ya'll

'Cause you don't matter to anybody that matters

'Cause you don't matter to anybody that matters

'Cause you don't matter to anybody that matters

Suck my fucking dick from the back

Until your neck spasm

And we right back at it

People waiting on the kid to drop another classic

Lotta shit has changed since I dropped "Bad Habits"

Had to drop a couple people

Like I'm dropping Bad Habits

This is '95 Magic, '94 Energy, '93 Passion

You look like an asshole

You look like a halfwit

Trying to spit some wack shit

You should give up rap quick

'Cause you don't matter to anybody that matters

'Cause you don't matter to anybody that matters

'Cause you don't matter to anybody that matters

Twist ya fucking head so fast, I'll leave your chest backwards