RapVerse.com Community - Grand Finale (I QUIT)

ya know what???? fuck it. i've tried all y'all wanna do is sleep on my shit. well fuck it. i quit this.

:: Country ::
Smokin makes-me so insanly, feel like I'm fuckin going crazy
So much hate there, I could walk n daycare, n start chokin babies
I'm so-angry, its got my focus-hazy, to many words spoken-shady
Don't wanna see where tha throne-takes-me, I've changed its course
Its hell, when even in the company of self, all u can taste is war
I've seen demons claimin Lord, fuck rap you can take this board
Death is what I'm aimin-for, I've seen hatred-form, in a childs eye
I've seen tha happy, get fucked so badly, even there smile dies
A defendant in trialed times, gettin sentanced for wild rhymes
Its almost pedophile like, every time I put my scripts out
My crew, fuckin made you, so why u gonna act bitch now
Put my fuckin dick down, I wouldn't put shit in this chics mouth (WOOO)
U can't strip tha kids crown, I'm sick u can tell my intents foul
The king when I swing n flip nouns, Country burns n fires shit
So many cats on my dick, maybe I can piss, after this retirement
They admire this, not kanye but I'll have em "speakin thru tha wire"
I built this fuckin empire bitch, my entire cliq, is torchin ya frame
U faggots can't go, toe for toe, wit tha fuckin horseman of plague
I've got cats ignorin ya name, tha imperial lyrical explosive rapist
Wit text, produced within threads, that fuckin closed tha basement
Since I was shown tha basics, I arose adjacent, to tha dopest statements
U know its blatant, when my flow sanctions, these cats ta act faggot
I'm so addicted, ta spittin, I guess I'm just a fuckin rap-addict
U make em sleep like craftmatic, dag-nabit, tha Gods back-at-it
Throwin cats lashes, wide ass gashes, is what my tracks-did
Shittin on emcees, like tha air I breath, is laced wit laxatives
I'm tha most insane wit adjectives, a fuckin lyrical Jesus
Giving bitches, six inches, full of venarial diseases
Another imperial genius, wit a flat tire on tha road ta fame
A pimp, no ones exempt, u'll never see an ode ta dames
Country owns tha game, he's so insane, he flows deranged
I guess your not knowin aye, Double Homicide done exposed emcees
N has less time, for your rhymes, like we're bein charged roamin fee's
Catch me smokin treez, or throwin keys, over tha fuckin whole web
Or ridin, wit more 9's, then u see in one of Country's old threads
I run wit young vets, who'll control text, until our souls rest
Can't believe I ain't seen y'all fold yet, or commit penance
I'm tha only cat, ta ever rip my ass, I guess I'm schitzophrenic
Can't do it if my heart isn't-in-it, even if y'all say Country rhymes sick
So I guess its tha last verse, for you bastards, fuck it I QUIT