The Ringer

The Ringer
I'm just gonna write down my first thoughts and see where this takes me. Cause I just feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin' face right now
Let me explain just how to make greatness
Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break you down
Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake I'm 'bout
To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows
If I press the issue just to get the anger out
Full magazine could take staples out
Savage but ain't thinking 'bout no bank account
But bitch I'm off the chain like [?Kate --brown?]
Motherfuc*** shut the f*** up when I'm talkin' lil' bitch
I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquin'
My talent? Oh, bitch I don't know who the f*** y'all are
To give a sub-par bar
Even have an opinion if you, you mention me
Millions of views attention the news
I mention you, lose lose for me, win win for you
Billions of views, your ten cents a too
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