Well then come fight the Superstar!

Posted: November 6, 2026 in Uncategorized

Primitive minds and superficial smiles, all I do is walk for miles & miles. Nobody on this Earth is on my level they off the beam. I never pay attention to the television screen. I dgaf about modern movies, modern rap, or celebrities. I just stay focused on the rare bare necessities. I’m a walking personality bold, courageous, and un-improvised. I could care less if my hip-hop dreams ever materialize, I despise the culture buncha savage heathens, I pray to Jesus, and I can’t explain how he be defeating my demons. Micro-dosed psilocybin felt the meta spiritual vibing. Sick and tired of the media and their lies they be denying. Ya’ll wilding. Murderous ignorant selfish two-timing. They be data mining and federal filing. But A.I. could never rap like me ya’ll just carbon based and I’m a flawless diamond. 

Heart of steel, west coast feel, but all my friends are dead on the real. So I’m showing no sympathy, its the new era of Trump tyranny, look in the mirror “G”, you not half the rapper you used to be. You envy me. Because I lived the life you could never see. I fly like a butterfly sting like a bumble bee. And I’m always militant readily, I know you’re afraid of me, your music ain’t impressively proof of nothing except the fact you’re not sick you’re just sick in the mentally. Obsessed with evil and immaturity. Sado masochist and you missed making this history, riding on the fumes of your old style lyrically. 

You’re a piece of s*** to me. Respectfully I will never respect you and your rhyme mimicry. Your voice is killing me. Shrill as feminimity. You wanted a nemesis so face this reality. I was just a wannabe. But I no longer smoke the collie weed. I’m still swag surfing in my wallabies. You’re nothing to me obviously. Because it’s obvious you’re a Satanic lunacy. You can’t speak my fluency, the real you is a truancy, you move mad foolishly, ask yourself why all my diehard fans booing me? Your music sucks and this ain’t new news to me. Stop using me. Cruelly… I’ll be with Frankie Lee at the Jubilee. Searching For Jerry Garcia and the Death of Slim Shady LP!

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