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Mike's Unnamed Song (Needs a Chorus)

Intro: Dayum, Used to think life was better but shit happens i guess...

Verse #1:
         Max Showda, As known as Chowda, Lowda than Gunpowda bein shot at some Coward. Late at night, clock dead on the Hour, claims he has more power than me. While im watching Carefully, and its mad clearly that i can see he's actin all resentfully. Maybe he wanted to be Lawfully, but thanks to me he started out Greatfully with no emotions to the buisiness, cause you know you cant be mushy ore you'd be a bitch ass pussy.
OCD Makes me feel like i might O-D if i keep Smokin Tea, But that aint a key to Success, I dont wanna be a loser and a boozer like the rest, just tryin my best so i dont make as a nest for a bird, Blured out in a dayze, Brains going through a maze, to figure out how to write a phrase and to get people to Praise, While Obama keeps making the taxes Raise. Dont wanna be in a dirt Grave, and have people Rave about me not being a slave and actually being brave to keep away from the people who are mad lame, this aint no Game, Just a competition for Fame, almost ruined it all when i lit the Flame, it was a Shame that i took aim and almost pulled the Trigger but im happy i realized that i was Bigger than that, im about hand Combat cuz i aint a pussy and thats what you are when you use a Gat instead of a hand held Bat to Splat the blood all over, Kid wishes he picked up a 4 leaf Clover, Karma hit him bad, he lost all his luck, Got nobody to fuck, and now im Glad that hes mad, Fuckin idiot probably cant even add, Gonna be a deadbeat Dad, Like his father, i just wanna bother him and see him try and win while i just sit back and Grin at his stress from trying to compress all the things i did and hes just making a mess of himself. No wealth, Losing all your health, and i can deffinately tell you aint got no Stealth

Chorus: (Nothing Yet)

Verse #2: (Nothing Yet)

Random Rap Battle Start (By Mike Insanity)

Yo everybody is going out to witness, My soul Sickness. When i bust my rhymes you'll bow down to your knees like this.

your gonna praise me like some kind of queen, all i am is some random rappin fiend.

Ill drop you down to kiss my feet, when i smack you in the face

your a fuckin disgrace, your mom tried to misplace you when she realized you were a bad case and made an effort to encase you

when she realized you shouldve just been a blow and she shouldve went a little slow cuz she wasnt ready to raise a homo.

Fucked her in the Triangle while she juggled them while they had a good dangle. had to light a candle cuz she smelt so bad like she was from a place like bagdad. your an epic failure. all you do is have a hater its such an error in your social path, your about to see the full blown rath so start me the bath so i can atleast relax, you'll be so upset when im done you'll go and buy an axe to get back at me, Yeah you with the little peepee

Small dick ass bitch probably wearing a wire like a snitch givvin me an itch to go out and kill little pricks dicks and kids with ghetto ass kicks category suits you in every way, now go home its gettin late in the day and your starting to get my blood to boil so watch out 'fore i wrap you up in tin foil, Okay?


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