Aceox - More Lyrics

Yeah
What's up, Cringe-gang?
I have no idea what to waste my f*cking time on
I try to rhyme, but where has my style gone?
Your bribe won, with my might I feel mighty torn
Bitch back off you ugly hoe and make some more porn
Bitchez want to fight me, bite me, I'm a fly G
High as a kite I strike down the Chinese
They want to fry me, damn, nigga get the strap
I wear nice Nike's, f*ck my psyche, it's a trap, yah
I don't know what to rap on my motherf*cking tracks
So I act like I'm mad to hide what I lack
I'm back, I won't give up making wack-ass rap
Spit out tracks like a machine, yeah bitch I'm rad
I can barely stay on the beat, f*ck me
I feel the heat, I want to break you like debris (I feel free)
I want to fight those rappers 'til they live in fear
They don't mean shit to me, these bastards are queer
I want more I want more I want more
More more more and f*cking more
More tracks, more beef, more shit
More beats, more weed, more hits, bitch
I want more I want more I want more
More more more and f*cking more
More tracks, more beef, more shit
More beats, more weed, more hits, bitch
Man, my f*cking lyrics make no sense, gotta rhyme a lot
You're fake, that's why I bang you all the time, thot
Now get off of my cock you dumb bitch ass freak
I mock your mom and she gives me head, ah jeez
I want to f*ck those fake bitch ass gangstas
Good luck catching me, I'm trying to hang ya
I'm a banger, motherf*cker, I will kill your grandma
While your damn grandpa cries like hell in anger
Tear my foes apart, dismember those f*cking bitchez
I wear my cap, make some dough by killing f*cking snitchez
They be getting stitchez, so they be ditched, yeah
Get the f*ck up and suck my f*cking dick, Claire
I buy your family with all this drug money, I'm a fiend
Don't try to come off as cunning, you got the asshole gene
I'll cover stacks of cash in motherf*cking gasoline
Stuff them down your throat, light 'em on fire, yeah that's so real
I want more I want more I want more
More more more and f*cking more
More tracks, more beef, more shit
More beats, more weed, more hits, bitch
I want more I want more I want more
More more more and f*cking more
More tracks, more beef, more shit
More beats, more weed, more hits, bitch
What's that, faggot? You want some more gore?
Well then join me in this slaughter fest you god damn f*cking whore
Some sick freaks out there who are into vore
F*cking idiots don't know the difference between you are and your
Man, get the f*ck up you god damn bitch ass cunt
I'm so f*cking bored, bitch, I need some f*cking fun
Go out and maybe eat some god damn wan-tan
Ram those f*cking chopsticks up your motherf*cking gum
I don't know where my god damn life is headed
I'm just trying to get by, trying not to end it
I swear, to me all of you are just f*cking faggots
You're all the same, lame and never f*cking banging
I have a pile of beats still being unused
Takes ages to finish a track, the hours get huge
I'm just one dude, all this shit I'm going through
I wanna get a strap and kill my enemies, including you
I want more I want more I want more
More more more and f*cking more
More tracks, more beef, more shit
More beats, more weed, more hits, bitch
I want more I want more I want more
More more more and f*cking more
More tracks, more beef, more shit
More beats, more weed, more hits, bitch
I want more I want more I want more
More more more and f*cking more
More tracks, more beef, more shit
More beats, more weed, more hits, bitch
I want more I want more I want more
More more more and f*cking more
More tracks, more beef, more shit
More beats, more weed, more hits, bitch