LILZWhy da fuck do they call you divine write?/
When you don’t rhyme tight/
Just another dick sucker, swallowin nut to be in the lime light/
My jewelry shine bright/
Try to take it and I’ll push ya wig left, then tell you to start getting ya mind right/
You wack and ni99as said it before/
On a scale from 1-10…….. you’re more like a negative 4/
When its beef you get smoked like a hemp plant/
These shots’ll have ya chest hangin just like double D implants/
And you can see I rap wit aggression/
Just made this verse up in a matter of seconds/
Dog I move O’s like a hula hooper/ my whole crew’ll shoot ya/
If you da shit than I’m the pooper scooper/
You’s a looser/ I’ll make you travel through fire for ya princess like the dude (me) was Kooper/
I got ya girl after my chocolate like Oompa Loompas/
I go for hearts like I gotta be cupid/
Why go against me? U gotta be stupid/
That’s like tryna win the lottery stupid/
And I would tell you suck my d*ck but you would probably do it!/
They way I spit sh*t they like: “he gotta be toothless/
Plus you fruity like a package a skittles/
Ain’t a better ni99a out there rappin than Littles.
this verse was written in 5-10 minutes while on my lunch break. yall better get ready
~J.Littles~
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Any body who copies any of these lines. Shall and will be sued, and/or punished by federal law.
DIVINE WRITEI didnt think I was the violent type, only the type/
to type letters forming words that could kill ya hype/
Everyone expect me in the Finals alright/
Like the Cavs but ain pulling no Magic tonight/
Its amazing that you got this far/
Ain see not one of your lines, not none of your rhymes/
Inside the cypher thread, see my thoughts to get inside your head/
and leave a cypher in it so you can pretend you typed the lyrics/
and from this point on, any competition/
the tourney turn on, I turn On, you have been forewarned/
that you could lose a forearm with four bombs/
when my saliva trade places for arms, I'm so armed/
Feeling like i got four arms, that could leave a nigga/
Long gone, triggas competing in the long run/
I got Big, strong Puns like a made a couple clones/
and they will make you choke like its too much cologne/
I Put On like words spoken from Kanye West/
Leave em dead like the girl Mr.West addresed/
and I know that was wrong, but you could never do so wrong/
When you Write em, and for the last 11 or so/
Ain even reference you, not once, no way/
This was a letter to the folks who aint competing today its like/
(I) fucked with your head, no hoe though/
(Will) teach you the rules you know to/
(Not) ever come cross that border/
(Lose) found him, face down in water/
Ether....