Unreleased 2020 (Jesus in Trouble Era)

Rapper Slapper

Rapper Slapper:

I flaunt, taunt, vaunt, daunt and haunt, I'll go on a jaunt to make you feel gaunt.

I call you a dick because you are what you eat, this is slick like new tar on the street.

A back breaker, a no slack taker on a solo mission to crack fakers and shitty track makers, you whack traitors I stack 'gators

Like Steve Erwin, you enter the club sober and leave hurlin', unable to breath air in and remove your machetes from the sheath they're in.

My style still slapping, some stupid shit spewers still scrapping, smoke seemingly seeps solely skyward smuthering stars, something spoke sectretly sweeps slowly, sly sword, spritually suffering scars.

Sibilance filled metaphor, one of the best you ever saw, some like their rhymes cooked but I think they're better raw because...

I'm a rapper slapper, a lyrical napper clapper, can't touch my rap flow, papa or papo, your insults are crap though so don't think I won't come and slap yo

People these days listen to influencers, but not me, I'm so sick they call me influenza and if you enter

My territory and step to me you'll be wrecked and if you don't show respect to me you'll get decked.

So come at me, come in your gang, your rhymes are so ugly they're like somethin' you'd bang.

I'm just better, murder you with every letter, lifes a bitch, she'll fuck you if you let her,

So get a room, forget a womb, when she's done with you, you'll end up in a tomb, you slept with your doom, you kicked the bucket and got swept like a broom.

I'm the king of the mountain, you can't reach the summit, I might sing about countin' the times that you plummet,

1, 2, 3, 4 your up and down this shit like a goddamn seesaw I would hate to be your,

Mother and father, watching their little baby, suffer in lava.

Sometimes I feel like ASDA piss water but other times I fell I master this slaughter, and plaster this torture, this pain, the verse after this oughta explain why...

I'm a rapper slapper, a lyrical napper clapper, can't touch my rap flow, papa or papo, your insults are crap though so don't think I won't come and slap yo yo

Frosty like Tony, for the players like Sony, Revilo the one and only, a king pin sending out his cronies, going to beat you and your homies, just kidding I could beat you on my lonely, you phoney, slice you out of existence like Vader did to Kenobi and slowly

Stomp the clothes of which you wore, that are now laying on my kitchen floor and now I'm itching for the day I go on tour

In your hoodie even if it's slightly muddy and bloody I can blame it all on rugby or it could be because I had your mother hug me, your sister and your brother love me. I try and keep your family drug free but they chug 3 bottles of vodka and try to hug me, it gets so bad that your sister tries to fuck me!

But luckily I clench up my fist and start swingin', knocked your brother out first then targeted the women, suddenly Dibble came in and started singin' and then my ears started ringin',

It gave the girls a chance to run, but then I grabbed a damn gun, aimed it at Dibble head and was about to shoot his man bun, but instead I just slapped him because I thought it'd be more fun since...