Marc Margiela - DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED (feat. JayLing)

Like don't even get me started
All these fucking artists
They sound like garbage
Don't even get me started
All of y'all sound like garbage
Which artists
Wanna be the hardest
Soft to the touch like
Charmin darling
It's another carbon copy Nicki
Barbs stealing bars
Talking shit they never written
You could hear it in the lyrics
Thinking that they be spitting
While they mimic other bitches
Thinking that they gon kill it
Who is you
Wanna do it like I do
I guess
Gotta give me more
I'm not impressed
All of your scores
Are low
Much less
Than the rest
I'm the best
Hell yes
Success
It's giving
Oh he knows his shit
They gon roll eyes
When I walk in
All of my flows got a whole lot of
Tricks in the bag
Silly fag get up off my dick
Don't even get me started
All of y'all sound like garbage
Which artists
Wanna be the hardest
Soft to the touch like
Charmin darling
Don't even get me started
All of y'all sound like garbage
Discarded all the little artists
Thinking they the hardest
Soft like Charmin
Soft to the touch
I don't give a fuck
You ain't enough
Told em pack it up
Pack it up
You ain't even got the sauce
Grind till I shine
Get behind or get lost
Bitches bitter
I'm the winner and they lost
Rich bitch figures
I'ma shine like gloss
Soft to the touch
I don't give a fuck
You ain't enough
Told em pack it up
I'm a diva my
Demeanor breaks the meter
Told em turn the heat up
Bring the beat up
I'ma eat her
Call me Peter when I
Bring out all the guns
Loving how my features
Always tearing up the puns
For fun
Wanna do it like I do
I guess
Gotta give me more
I'm not impressed
All of your scores
Are low
Much less
Than the rest
I'm the best
Hell yes
Success
I ain't gotta tell em Margiela
Man these bitches upset
Talk about my bars
Talk the ones that I've said
Shooter like the covid
Told that nigga hit necks
I confess
I'm the best
I don't see no compeds
Can't help these niggas gon play me
Before the play you
Ling on the beat
It eats
Ooh I could slay you
All that damn watching
I'm thinking ways I could pay you
Would say your new shit sucks
But nobody here even plays you
No cap no daps
No wraps no lacks
Ooh
I rap it slaps
I just might smack you
So if you want the heat
I could bring the toaster nigga
Keep me posted on the shit
Like a wanted poster
I'm out
Ooh
Hit the scene
Out the limousine
Shawty bad
Body smoking
Like a jimmy dean
I could tell that you
Into me
Made a whole lot
Of enemies
And frenemies
I'm a necessity
You ain't standing
Next to me
Bet you gon remember me
Bitch I got the recipe
I got the sauce
I'm so posh
Rich bitch boss
And I shine like gloss
I'm raw
Way too hard to be soft
You could come feel
Real deal got it all
Aint a flaw
I'm all that
I rip raps and I
Never been wack
Fall back
That's facts
Wanna do it like I do
I guess
Gotta give me more
I'm not impressed
All of your scores
Are low
Much less
Than the rest
I'm the best
Hell yes
Success

Written by:
Jay Ling, Marc Calcano

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