Correction Lyrics No Sucka MC’s by GAWNE

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Nowadays I don’t see any new G.O.A.T’s
Everybody sound like a hoe
Everybody wanna mumble sh*t lyrics and flow
Oh no, hell no, don’t talk about that!
Don’t talk about bars, you rapping too fast
I just hit 'em with the rhythm while slamming up on the gas
What the f**k would I be if not bringing that heat?
Be a Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, sucka MC, whoo!
Everybody claiming they finna blow
“We finesse, we the best, we the goat
Sell a drug, shoot a gun, slap a b*t*h, kill a hoe”
Can’t believe you mother f**kers thinking that you’re lyrical
You ain’t even half my pedigree
And we got Kato on the beat with the hall of fame melody
Better be ready for the f**king lyrical machete
When I be chopping it up and dropping it with a head of steam
Ch-Ch-Ch-Chopper gunner cutting like a bone saw
I don’t think they ready for the flow, oh hell no, nah!
B*t*h I’m so raw when I rhyme like a bull-ride
Yo mind getting thrown off, like on Zoloft
Sh*t, and I been the greatest, I demonstrated it
Every time I get up on the mic, too innovative
Luke Gawne coming with a new song
Haters been plotting on a beat like Ed Gein, right?
Cause it’s premeditated!
I’m unleashing that freakin’ wrath, like a sneak attack on the track
Take a peek at that beat, when I eat it like a pu**y cat
Never been a quitter, but I dropped outta cla**
So I could get a degree in the rap
Carry my team like a piggy back
PhD spitter, yeah, Doctor L.G., the emerging MC doing emergency surgery
Urgent, so hurry, I need to be seen by a priest, and be treated for all of my demons
I’m leaving like Andrew Luck, I gotta go exorcist, Emily Rose
Haters I keep on their toes like they was seeing ghosts, boo!
All my goddamn life, all my life been waiting to blow
Y’all ain’t know nothing about all the winning
I handle my business, yeah, b*t*h, cause I’m grown!
No, no, you won’t ever be this
Damn, you could never be that
Whoa, all I know is that I’m calling bullsh*t
Tell them Sucka MC’s that I’m back!

Y’all ain’t never seen one of them like me
KATO on the beat
Me and him are like Walter White, we got too much chemistry
But no methamphetamine, just wrecking the enemy
Cause ever since I was a little kid
I got up on the mic like it was fentanyl
And murdered every song with f**king wordiness
So now I’m worried sick that I might end it all
From all the bad and wrong I did the dirtiness
So do I plead the fifth like I’m a guilty b*t*h
Before the jury sits and the judge’s verdict hits me like a ton of brick
And gotta serve the sh*t, unh!
I don’t know why they want me to go down this road
B*t*hes they better look out below
I go geronimo, he’s going out of control
Been a student of rap but not making the honor roll
Delinquent, the truancy, but still a true MC
Bad apples falling like dominos
Haters, I hold em’ accountable
Sucka MC’s, yeah, I keep em’ at bay, like Guantanamo!
Every time I get up on a beat, I been a menace
To the people who was thinking I was never gonna amount
To someone bigger than the person that you thought I woulda been
But I put my pen to paper, now I’m making it out
As a teenage boy I was living in a town
Full of mother f**king haters who was filling me with doubt
But I overcame pain like Novocaine spray
Now I dream big, w-w-with my head up in the clouds, whoo!
Yeah I’m in love with the game, I don’t do this for fame
Me and you are not the same
All I do is spit flame, everything you do is lame
Greatness is what I chase, while all you chasing is clout
Sucka MC, you a rodeo clown
Rapping polio child, get cut by me like what Belichick did to Antonio Brown

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