Whoremoans

[Intro]
Here's a little song I–I could sing for you

[Hook: Edits]
If you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones
And if you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones
You couldn't write a silent rhyme, I'll take you out with pantomimes
And if you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones
If you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones
You couldn't write a silent rhyme, I'll take you out with pantomimes

[Verse 1: Hons]
Well Honson lines up cunts like fist-fucking chicks with [?]
Hard to get rid of like orphans, more restraining than orders
We be the hip-hop performers [?] beef in double quarters
Killing kids like abortions with the drop of a chorus
This track'll be recorded at the Sticky Tape Lodge
Leavin' those with no antidore, my circus with cops
The verses you drop on any track I pack with skill
Your idea of distribution's your tape with Macca's Happy Meals
Packin' more playouts than Keno, damn, we're scorchin' hot
Droppin' punchlines on me's like openin' up Pandora's box
Got you watching your step like little girls playing hopscotch
And now it's time for [?] with production that's top-notch
Flows that don't mess, raps that leave you tone deaf
Beating me's not gonna happen like getting pregnant from phone sex
Or of my own sense, own flows, I bomb shows
Funkoars keep your girl's snatch wet like a dog's nose

[Verse 2: Sesta]
We've been feeding this verse with the reason for this beef
You bringing diminishing critics by flipping my tongue on the mic like cunnilingus
Why you even here today?
Hittin' the split of the chick's pink bits like it was written in brail
And I've gone blind
'Cause I'm sick of your third eye speakin' your suicidal mind
So why don't you just save us the time and die?
Got you're hiding like a faggot in the days of The Bible
You're hearin' us spit it quicker than these two fingers into your sister
Chris and her were the first leading blisters
And you're scared 'cause it's not hard to bypass your heart
Got you paler than the bottom half of my arm, you see:
I don't give a fuck
Like my dick was stapled to my nuts
And I walk around on crutches because of the sheer size of my crotch
This verse is over like every track your vocals touch

[Hook: Edits]
If you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones
And if you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's
You couldn't write a silent rhyme, I'll take you out with pantomimes
And if you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones
If you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones

[Verse 3: Trials]
I be the most lethal post-foetal beat jacker
Known to slap a wack rapper in line for fuckin' with mine
My rhymes leave you in a daze like weeks to fortnights
But now I'm twice as nice, and when I'm slaughterin' mics
I'm on top of this situation like chicks dominated
I'm losin' patience like a plane-struck nation
See I'm sick of suckers that try, they're hand demandin' respect
Like it's an unpaid debt, what you expect?
You better check the noise that these MCs make
My release date sparks gallant girls three ways
Keep your place, well cunt, your luck's up
Man I need the pornos to make your crew shut the fuck up
This ain't a game but, if it was, I'd be under par
Like I was spittin' rap backwards, it ain't that hard
To see that fuckin' with me's like larceny
Because you get a game quicker than the last MC

[Verse 4: Vents]
You shouldn't step to the damager, many challengers
Try to battle the Vents when they grab me
Havin' skills or the freestyle stamina
So you best scatter you forgot a type savager
Jet like I'm Arab with a dynamite packager
Who wants to stay strapped with the force of a terrorist? Vents
I stay sober, vibin' off the terrorist threats
And nevertheless, the recipe's especially fresh
When the Vents snatch the breath from an enemy chest
You better be jest, step like hastily bounce
And go find the best route to the safety house
Take me out? Nah, nah bro, that ain't rational
I sicker than a side effect, that's why I'm Panadol
So use a capital V for the animal
Murder you and rappers say thanks when I'm servin' ya

[Hook: Edits]
If you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones
And if you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's
You couldn't write a silent rhyme, I'll take you out with pantomimes
And if you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones
If you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones