Kim Kardashian Cypher – Luke Gawne

You listening to rap’s most wanted
Check my demerits
I’m the one who robbed Kim in Parris
I stole her wedding ring-bling, shit was ninety carats
I’m keeping up with the narratives
They go
One for the money, two for the show
Rubber bands around hundred dollar bills in a roll
See Tyga’s makin’ music
But his girl don’t like his new shit
So she’s all up on my dick
Cause she ain’t feelin’ him no more
I like that rich girl, who’s daddy changed course
I’ll marry Kylie Jenner then I’ll give her a divorce
So fuck a prenup
I’ma take it if it’s yours
Like when Beiber stole Selena’s intercourse… yo
And like Kanye did for Tay-Swift
Ray-J made his bitch famous…
Look
When all it took was a fake ass and a sex-tape…
See I got more talent in my rhymes than the whole Kardashian family combined
But still I’m not signed, dawg…
Cause I’ma mother fuckin’
Merciless person
I shoot my mouth
Without persecution
Or purpose
It’s murder
My words will physical hurt em’…
Brain contusions below the surface
Internal bleedin’
From vertebras burstin’
Your breathing worsens to wheezin’…
Spinal fluid gets spewing profusely
Believe it
You’re paraplegic
Bulimic, anemic, and squeamish…
In other words you’ve been defeated
I’ve been an unbeatable super-human genius since a fetus
When I…
Spit them one liners
It’s total domination
While rappers like Drake
Are an abomination to rhymin’…
I’ll body anybody
Who the fuck want it?
Just line these rapping vaginas up
I’m pumpin’ pussies like iron…
There go the sirens
The warnin’ signs of a tyrant coming
Highly coveted
As the Zika Virus at the time of discovery
This the second coming
Rap God, when I bless a record
Industry priest that’s here to send Iggy to the nunnery…
Cause all that wack shit
I ain’t havin’ none of it
Fuck, she’s utterly pungent
So redundant
Fuck it
I’ma get throwin’ punches-
Rippin’ a rapper to pieces
Lyrical telekinesis
Spiritual melody
Felon
My weapon is speakers
Threatenin’ every listener ever to peep this…
Reppin’ Chi-Town
The Monster of the Midway
Causing’ ruckus
Like I’m Butkus
Probably upper cut Ronald McDonald
For McLovin’ it…

Cause I don’t fuck with the clown shit
Nah, none it…
So the other week I pulled over my bulldozer-
To leave Bozo
Keeled over
The police photos
Showed bullets holes
With no motive…
My anecdotes are just locker room talk
The day I’ll stop
Is when Donald Trump gets knockin’ it off…