Bots take Shots

Scream your dreams to everyone around, some people will smile but wanna see you down.

Keep quiet kid, now dont make a sound. Let your success be what shakes the ground.

The last 4 bars were stolen somehow, by zeros and ones, THE FUCKS UP NOW?

I can't whisper my dreams, there's no sound, like my fists hitting air, whiff whiff WOW!

I've fought so many wars, I lost count now. Looked behind me, only MY boots on the ground!

Dumb and gullible I still fought the 12 rounds, but in the 70's they fought 15, no throwing in a towel.

Can't scrape the past stains off with a file. Can't run cause they sprint a 4 minute mile.

Swimming from sharks coming the Nile, getting fresh water fucked, now my stomachs full of bile.

My heart is beat cause it beats so loud, like blaming fire engines for burning my house down

Dirty wet Boston is called "The Town". The whitest city north of Manhattan's black crown.

I'll go on and on cause I can't be bound, so my bullets must dig through brains then the ground.

This is K's art he don't paint or use crowns. Intellectual property not for sale, yours brown.

Brown 'cause it's shit, it don't stand on the ground.

Zeros and Ones equal no cents clown!

Flush like it like the Royals, pitch it from a mound.

My balls taking licks from every bitch that's around!

Keep the shades on, don't let em see my eyes. They think I cook the truth, but that smoke show was all lies

Ghost writing bots stole my fucking rhymes, so back to flippin pounds not nickels and dimes.

That's a tired ass game, and I'm all played out.

This my last bar bitch, y'all are snitches no doubt... Ok maybe not cuz my zannies start with X. Those bars act crazy, think I killed her having sex.

When I came to, I was stressed and depressed. Her body was cold and I was blowing Ice of her chest.

Now that's the end of the rhyme this time I swear. God help me hang myself, with her fuckin underwear

Damn ghost writers heard me choking from the rafters, cut K down quick, motherboards can't produce the last verse.

So I'm really fucking sorry, now I plan to eat a gun. Fuck these drugs, fuck the bots, the lyrisist has won!