yeah dude..
talking bot some gay ish…man I don’t play bitch!!
This a "photo opp" to take clips and u can take six!!
I got vaccines for venom and its here in my denim
Its called “switch blade” if u get brave to grave ima sendem! RPG? From that I got your “rated pass gay”
You like that male sugar is what ya sweet ass say
u in debt to society i’ll make ya cheap ass pay!!
hate on my status..i do it the elite class way
I aint “clean hearted” I’ll shoot with the “unsterile” barrel
While ur screaming in peril throwing “Fits like Gerald!”
I cant see how u mocking me…when u cant spell properly! (colorflu, otu, chooped)
I’ll go on a “gun popping spree” and ruin ya artery!
Going off? Leave, No problem. since im going in!
U rolling softer then cloth in my laundry bin…
U smiling and rhyming so im a honor ya grin..
Ya career wouldn’t “blow up” if I put a bomb to ya chin
U’ll got chopped up badder then T pains music…
Me and “winning” just seem to have this insane fusion..
Since its all im doing…ya chicks all im screwing
Her “pussy” is the thing alone that im “Purr-suing”
When it comes to the best..ur names “uncharted”
Pierce ya “vital organ”…now you fainthearted
u and your cockiness shows again
now its going to get watered down in my reign again
me kicking yo ass makes the fusion more insane
mistaflo turned in to a mistaho, im supa cold
im fierceful lyrical is straight can go physical and mystical
My name is "Uncharted" so dont even list me up
im tired of your pretty rhyme scheme, its gay
I guess you got infected by the gay colorflu
Out classed by me like I said before, take this to the core
Tactics u throwing against me r gettin beat on a bed like a dirty horror
Uncharted is like a dirty horror story, u talked about gun popping the whole battle dont bore me
Compare me to a cloth?, posting your lyrics is one hell of a mess let me wipe it off
Delivery is too clean, waxed off, U claim u shine but your gayer than lip gloss
My lyrics sense is so strong, you can smell it, fabric softner is no need to aquire
Im softer than a cloth in your laundry bin, but your shrinking like a sweater in a dryer
Nobody wants to hear about "how you the best" your just preaching to the choir
