Profit needs to hang himself
Well here we go again, im sure hes gonna reply at least 15 times to this one
have fun toothless hank
Just me letting out my words and thats all you need to know. Most my tracks have a deep meaning to it cause hip hop has lost it's beauty and i'm trying my best
Elisha Cuthbert and Happyface Killer motherfucker!
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I dont like to be in a band cause I ain't into that whole backstreet boy shit. I dont like being in a crew and faking friendship with a bunch of people you end up talking shit about anyways. Sure I rap tracks with my boys but i'll never start a rap crew. That aint me and i was made to rap alone but when i see the right MC, I am up for a Collab. I work a lot with JR, clevelands Finest, B leave, Cryptic Wisdom etc..
Lyrics
it makes me cry man. it make me feel bad you know?
a 28 year old man. a 28 year old man whos idea of a life
is to beef with people on the net. he has no job, no future,
he makes no money and yet he calls himself profit.
how can you still live with your mom when youre 28.
if you feel as bad as i do, just send some money to him in welland.
but je likes to call it compton.
but i like to call you a worst rapper ever n you about to get owned
bitch!, drop that shit
hey yo sean you gone, after a couple of bars
you get punch to the temple, see a couple of stars
candyass, noone wanna hear a panzy rap
id beat you up if i was blind and handicapped
you aint sick with the raps, get kicked in the back
you was born retarded, your mom was addicted to crack
when the girls see, man the attraction is bad
jacking offs prolly the most action you had
this man is a fag n i really cant understand
y he loves my music but i guess stan is a fan
man you ridiculous, you just a nerd, you gay
n there aint one man who will believe a word you say
listen, dont be bitchen at the shit that im spitting
i bet chealsea's wear the pants n you the bitch in the kitchen
you being a bad rapper aint no recent news
so quit that shit man n come n clean my shoes
im mean to you, dont come in my arena
you rap are taco bell, pure diariah
you sound like a bitch damn y you yelling?
you live in welland man this guy no fellon
never liked real beef so he did it with kids
n when they wanted beef, profit hid in his crib
you were praying n hoping they bounce
n when they did, you started talking shit again on your 4 msn accounts
his albums are shit, noone one pays this geek
has a million track n gets like a play a week
sean i say you weak, chelsea,i got it on with her
n you only tough in fronta the computer monitor
read your fucking doodoes that you call a rhyme
your like an alcoholic, you get riped all the time
whos this toothless prick, he aint a ruthless kid
his mom chewed my kids, his only food is dick
getting famous, dawg you never see that day
u aint even hungry n u W-E-A-K
im your motherfucking boss so u need to obey
you the type of dude to mix beer with OJ
so dont act like you go around n sell the coke
you the type to puff blunts n not inhale the smoke
check it profit, i dont even doubt you gay
when it comes to you, im killer without the K
you got a honey n i see you dating man
her first name is right and her last name is hand
your a queer homey, you ain't black like kit kats
telling us you a blood when u white lik tic tacs
listen, you never gonna get far
you can sawllow a whole brick of cement n you still couldt spit hard
you meeting up with chicks just to play sharades
only time u should raps at the gay parade
that crack n chronic, you have to get off it
n u need to stop it cause you a faggot profit
this man a soft bitch n he just got ran on
real emotional so get him a pack of tampons
now dont be angry at me cause i said the truth
give up, aim a gun to your head n shoot (gunshot)
