I wonder where I could find him?


Token – No Sucka Mcs Contest

I was at my crib alone
scrambling through comments
and with in the process,
ran into this contest
like “pretty dope”.
I aint done this shit in a minute bro
and I ain’t doing anymore fucking microphone videos.
I’ll switch your hopes.
Everybody giving out a mixtape so?
I don’t ever really want to listen though.
I’ll be treating it like a discus bro.
I hit the goal.
The trash compactor.
When they be telling my homies to listen to it I say we can’t do it without a bucket in case we pee ourselves out of laughter.
When you record it’s a brutal listen.
Sounding similar to any new born with a booster missing
in a new porsh going through the limit
with two doors going to the ceiling
with a huge horn that blew your hearing.
What you’ve worn is true religion
and new Jordan’s and Gucci fitteds
but a uniform that’s truly fitting
is a unicorn with a fruit addiction.
You’re too corny like a superstition.
You new dorks not cool with writtens.
You’re luke warm like a pool with children.
I do snores when you are spitting.
When you perform I’m too board like crucifixion
Fiction or fact?
I’m fixing to fix some friction and flick to feminine fibbers till they’re figiting back.
And while I’m configuring that,
I fit the friskyous filth in a track
and leave it on top of your door step like shit that’s on fire.
The rap messiah.
The pathological rapping liar.
Dope. I’m that supplier.
Listen I don’t even sweat when I pass a fire.
Pacifier you suck on while you crap your diapers.
You little baby, and I hate these artist’s groupies.
‘Cause I don’t got any man I’m too strange, bizarre and goofy.
They’re like “The way he swears so hard confuse me.
Less than a month ago he wasn’t even allowed in rated R movies”.
Well I am now, damn right.
Everybody get out of my damn sight.
‘Cause the second I’m witnessing anybody I don’t really wanna battle but I wanna see a damn fight.
Damn right.
Until the XXL cover will set it up,
I’m a junior now, I’ll fuck a freshman up.
Yup, I bust.
You bite my lyrics you bite the dust.
I got this game in my clutch.
The alphabet is my crutch.
That’s my sick is spelled with an “I” and suck is spelt with “U”.
‘Cause I am sick and you suck I’m better than you.
Kato!

Hook:
And I ain’t done this in a minute.
I’ve been staying quiet to surprise them when I finish.
But word round the town
is they heard bout me now
so I turn back around and they bit it.
Oh no they didn’t!
I’mma lose it. I’mma lose it.
Since 14 I was a nuisance, I’ve been tying the noose since.
New sense to the industry luckily.
And no sucker MC’s gon’be fucking with me, god dammit no!