Alright, In this rap, I won't be Justin Bieber.
It's to late to say sorry, where is your women? Let me please her.
Let me tease her, let me ease her down on this here dick.
She'll spin on it like a carousel 'til that bitch sick.

Your rapping's not A hit.
I bet you go home and you fap your shit,
pop your pick and flick your flip.
Bending over backwards to anyone who flaunts their tip.
Your seamen drips upon his lips,
you wish you could fuck girls between the hips.
Yet you still choose to swish and spit that gooey baby making shit.
You think you're legit, please quit it.

I'm like Harry Potter playing Quidditch.
You'll never beat me, I'm to committed.
I'm to strong, you'll get to livid.
Bet you drive a Honda Civic, that's rigid.
Paint so dull like your mind, you're vivid.
I'll kill you and say "I did it"
They don't have proof, cause I'm quite witted.
Push you out of my bowls, consider yourself shitted.

Fuck your mother, fuck your uncle, fuck your sisters pretty bum.
Fuck a prosti, fuck a hooker, until you make that bitch cum..
I'd fuck you, but I'd need to drink some rum, shit you're dumb.
I think that's enough for today, fuck this shit, I'm done.

Gib tis men a medl

I went home, hungry, guess what? Dinner what ready.
I get served a big bowl of my Mom's spaghetti.
Noodles too long, cut them with a machete.
Why the fuck you doing that, asks Betty.
Thinking 'bout my answer, I'm getting kinda sweaty.
Drop 10 racks down, because cash is petty.
I'm from the north bitch! Wait, is that a yeti?
No it's not, it was just some confetti.
My little brother says he's full, yet he.
Takes another bite of my mom's spaghetti.
Sitting back listing to black Betty.
Then comes on that wap guy, Fetty.
Then my brother became so upset he.
Murdered my pet, he.
Was so upset he.
Actually killed me pet, g.
I need to pee.

Now, sparky. I appreciate all that you've done.
But this is not a game, and this won't be fun.
I'm not American, so I don't have a gun.
My lyrics are my bullets, so... you better run.

Now I realise that you stand no chance...
And I realise that you like to prance.
So, stop for a second, I'll advance.
Every day, you sit, looking in a trance.
Wishing that your dick would enhance.
Wishing that girls at first glance.
Would walk up to you and ask to dance.

So you could...
Give a rose to some bitch that you've seen.
A rose from your garden, bet your thumb's green.
Just keep planting flowers, I'll be flicking the bean.
My thumb is on her pussy, but my dicks in Jeanine.

You have never seen...
Anything this good.
I'll be riding tell my death,
but I ain't even from the hood.
All sparky really wants is a girl to touch his wood.
We know it will never happen, But he thinks it could.
Lets speed this up, and make this rap real good.

Sparky, How can you be so shit?
You better quit or get lit
cause I can spit
Better than your gran can knit.
A base ball mitt
Wait, that isn't it...
Stand back a bit..
and SIT.


Well, that was 2 minutes I could have spent doing something else.

Bottles
By Fates


Got some bottles in the back bit
Gotta keep the racks stocked fresh with the best bitch
I keep them there to keep from making a mess.
Keep em up high like you'll stall out
Stacking all the caps off feeling like I'll fallout.
I've got hundreds of hands.
Holding hundreds of bands.
My game is on live I've even got your bitch in the stands.

Its time to face the reality,
by hearing the sound of me.
Im kinda sick at this shit.
I'm contagious
Ill have you catch a Fatality.
I'm not one for pleasantries
But I am the one who's plesently present.
To kick your ass off the pedestal
Throw you to the ground like a peasant
Crossed to many life roads to be stopped at a corner.
Stopped at a boarder.
A man like me in love with chaos and order.
I'm busy sturring up conflict when it's supposed to be over.
Drunk on the power? Heh.
I'm just getting sober.

If you can't beat me, then you'll never join me.
The same goes for all the fam too,
my closet homies.
Only hang with the best or better
Keep them close like a sweater
If your below me you won't know me.
Know; No one's safe when your dealing with Fate.

An attack from above.
On some assassin's creed stuff.
If you think your the best,
would you ever look up?
Who's to say I won't reach the top.
May bars are nothing to scoff.
My words are so sharp, fuck around, I'll cut my tongue off.
Busy with the throttle.
I don't know when I'll stop.
But don't interrupt while Im driving.
I'll slice the neck off your bottle.

Pull up at-cha yard;
My gyal be ready;
Revvin my engine, fresh tyres on tha Bentley;
Kick Sans head off with a pele volley;

Sparky on radar, so we gotta get go;
Givin uck, an she soundin sleazy;
Drop er off at Arctics crib, tell er she gotta leave;
Manaman buck Fear with tha hand ting easy;

Just me with a gat at your head, kinda peak ting;
Filled ma bag with pees quick, that's fleeky...-
Slapped pimp infront of shiro, I'm bazzing it.

Cancer cancwr
PS fuck you fear

It's super funny when people think they can rap.
Because they'll always continue to yap and fap,
To the sub-par lyrics that are total crap.
It's time to rip them apart, but first let me nap.

They call me the hunter, because I can trap.
Fates is a retard with piss in his lap.
He's wearing a helmet, tighten his strap.
Got his drool pan, and his bubble wrap.

I don't really understand this nimble thief.
Is he illiterately asking for beef?
Or was that rap just a massive queef,
I'll put out that fire, Call me the fire chief...

I'm putting him out, with my big fire hose.
I was under the ashes, but then I arose.
I threw a punch did I break your nose?
Driving with Drake, just Cruising with woes.

I run a marathon, mile to mile.
Fates goes shopping in the toy isle.
Cause he's special and a paedophile.
It's true, he's been here for a while.
Time to feed him to a crocodile.

Chopping him up into little pieces,
That is his last name, first is Reese's.
Hitting this shit 'til my flow decreases.
I bet he's touched all his nephews and nieces.


Or even maybe this nimble guy!
Who decided to rap, I don't know why...
He thinks he is decent, like a bow tie.
But he's semi formal... Like Bill Nye.
If your bitch wet, Let her drip dry.
Shoot you all with a drive by.
Did I get some cum in your eye?
How much? Please quantify.

Bye Bye.

When they say I'm a sadist
That's almost an understatement
been I'm danger so often I crave it.
Comes with the game.
Every level, forced to save it.

I can see beneath your surface
"Should I continue, is it really worth it"
It's not a rare occurrence
I see fear in all those who are worthless.

Your dodgy evasiveness
Won't save you from facing this
I'm pretty persuasive
Let's face it.
It's chess
And every move you've made I've, placed it.
Don't try to be naive
I can make even the biggest skeptics here believe.
You know somethings up when can I convince God to follow me.

Weeabo, play peeka boo.
It's hard to play nice with you.
Whip out the blade, slice you in two.
Like your rhymes, you're see through.
My rhymes will give you the flu.
They're so sick, bad beef stew.
Why don't you go get some glue,
and mix it up with shampoo
then inhale the mildew
you can't do what I will do.

You're translucent like a piece of plastic,
yet you still think you're fantastic.
I'm rhyming with talent, you just sound spastic.
You can pull me, but I'll snap back like elastic.
I can bend and flip, cause I am gymnastic.
I can swag and whip, cause I am bombastic.
You're really good at rapping! That was sarcastic.

Now fates you're not original or clever.
You're not even worth these words, whatsoever.
You can try and rap some more, it's whatever.
But just remember, I haven't even pulled my lever.

It will release a beast that will constantly linger.
Every time you close your eyes, it will nibble your finger.
Every time you turn your back, you'll feel the stinger.
You'll go so insane, you'll become a folk singer.

You're not thinking straight, you're fucking spun.
You said god follows you, what are you? A nun?
That would explain the virgin part, that can't be fun.
Squatting in a cucumber patch to get the dirty deed done?
Tryna hit the G-spot so hard that you squirt like a gatling-gun.
I must say this was fun, and now I hope that you will run.
Your rhymes are a pound, mine are a metric ton.
You're outdone, Sticky Bun.