Naykid - You're Friends With Sex Abusers

Feel a Saiyan mind, see a master grind
Fucking go mine many rhymes
Full kai, super Saiyan on these spitters
Fighting sly via minds eye 'cause I'm damn fly
Never high, find I every night in the stu writing big hitters
Cooking up heat like a deep dish
Fuck a sneak diss, take a weak diss
Rather sip piss
Than click your SoundCloud link
And hear your indie pop shit
Breathe
Sit down, take a seat boy
It's hard to believe boy
Your female friends getting cornered in a club but you won't play decoy
Still friends with your friend who's a rapist, incel e-boy
Your dress sense is a ploy
Your ex girlfriends getting good good from a roadman
Dead pan pale man better brace
One of these days it's gonna slap you in the face
Break up with the girl that you can't replace
Cause she needed your support when the girl got raped

Might fuck around and put a motherfucker in his place
Might fuck around, double date and make the sex a race
Might fuck around and buy your old ting a brand new waist

One sec
Vibe check
Low eyes
Fleece tech
I'd win
No fight
Might let him
Come get it
Grey joggers
Defends friends using roofies, pathetic
Find five of your of finest rape sympathizers, then I'll rearrange facial genetics
Spending every night spatting lies over twitter, so woke
Men get raped too but you're minimizing women who've spoke
Threw away your girl who got forcefully touched by some bloke
Cause you're too insecure since your friends are abusers, you choked

Listen
Brit rappers spit American accents
Then wonder why they aren't collecting bare AdSense
We won't click cause you can't advertise
I'm proud of two streams, yet two streams makes you whine
Tweeting "Please click, please click"
We don't listen to that Tyler C clone shit
You can't carbon copy Carti's whole die lit
No offense, but where's there the tone? You can't fake conviction
You can hear it, I've got it
You've gotta spit like she's a ten and you want it
Ditch the white socks and the dirty ripped stefans
Rapping like a Cali boy, you came from South Devon
Change the flow
Money grows
Before you know
A milli streams, ten hits in a row
Invest in capital and take the road like Hov
Make your momma proud and live up to your big bro
Bro
Collecting all the dope and no dough
You can't bake bread when the money goes on hoes
Secret simp paying OnlyFans overheads before your royalties grow
Do you own your masters? I do
Get 100% royalties? I do
Will you have a masters? I will soon
Do you fight inequality? Cause I do
I do
When you see me, clear some space in the room
I've got an ego bigger than a hot balloon
No college dropout but boy I've got something to prove
Nothing to lose
I tried death and the devil said "Move, your worth seven heavens so I won't let you lose"
Sent me out the gates with a cerebral bruise
Made me eat my trauma with a spike lined spoon
I didn't realize that depression was a favor
Given OCD and that's precision like a laser
Outer body exit took away constrained labor
I floated out my body and wrote songs in the Aether

Fucking Greek God
Yo, I've got time
I'm not stopping
Let's go again

Given I'm I, you need a tight rhyme finicky
Fickle yet primed for a denied night heavenly
Women have right to never fight white bigotry
Cut it, the lies and rough sex coerced heavily
She said "I'm tired", but you still pressed
Outright said "No", but you still pressed
She said "Not tonight", but you still pressed
Yeah you got that sex and you pushed out your chest
I hope you're so proud cause nobody is impressed
Coercion is rape, you even do it over text
Pressure prude women out of nudes out of the blue
So you can put it in your group chat, oh you're so cool
You and all the boys dancing round in the room
Cackling and giggling cause women get abused
We should have a party, just me and all you
And we talk about how I can groom groomers with a comb; fine tooth
Peel away your skin, I'm talking layer by layer
So you can feel the pain of penetration you deprived twisted womb slayer
It's a game to you and you're the yucky player
But one day, one night
The evidence is there under a UV light
After a few swabs and some DNA tests
You're gonna stare at white brick walls until death
And that's word
Fact

Written by:
Edward Kennedy

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