This is Scot Kers
Let me have the verse
You always hogged the spotlight you forgot
That I grab the words
You ain't really that c**t
Thinking that you mad f**k you still the same chap smoking cones
You wouldn't have lunch
But ohh the fame
How it's playing with your brain
Your rhyming single syllables and everything is lame
What happened to the passion in the rapping in your actions
Lately make me think your crazy lazy
Thinking like your knack-ed
And it's sad you
Bomb yourself with tattoos
Think your in a bad crew look at you sad move
Let me have my life back
I stab myself like die rap
Kerser on your face the ink got placed well never dry that
Right there was a scream for help
And every track you drop you saying your being yourself
Your a f**king liar addict
Pop a pill you isn't magic kinda tragic
Your obsession being fresh
You just a maggot
I don't want your f**king car
Your f**king shoes the f**king whole lot
Let me take my brain
And have my life back as the old Scott
Your f**king fame w***e
Run away in pain or
Go an jump on stage raw have another 8 more
Of them Xannies you anxiety pathetic
And your writing ain't a message
Because you finding you regret it
But it's a secret
And it's burning you admit it
You f**king junkie pull your head in
And call yourself the sickest dickhead
Hahaha it's Kerser the sickest ahh I think Scots tripping out ambit
I'll break it down this is the truth
It's Kers one the f**king miracle from birth
And Scottie getting angry cause he's fearing all the work
Think about it Scott
You could barely hold a job
And I made the rapping happen
Now you feeling like you lost
You f**king took a backseat
I went and rang the baller
State to state I'm working late of course I'm gonna score drugs
Without the Kers you still be in the f**ker gutter budging off your mother
Even taking money from your younger brother
You hate the arrogance
It took you as a shock to
Don't let these people
Try to tell you that I'm not you
I represent the struggle
Your the drug you couldn't hustle
I'm your only f**king talent shit I hate to burst your bubble
Imagine life without me
You wouldn't have a house g
I threw the g in there to match that single syllable ouch shee
Come an took it over now
You f**king skitzafranic
Remember when you made a prayer
To god about me that's pathetic
And f**king oath I pop pills
I roll blunts
I got bills
But they all pay because kerser took control so what is scot still
The one to make it better
You're a f**king joke admit it
Kerser one I'm signing out ill end with the sickest dickhead
So which one am I
Should I choose to end it all
Call a mate I mean ain't that what all your friends are for
I'm f**king so lost
I don't know what's what
Day by day I live for Kers
I'm feeling like now Scots lost
But this is Scot right
Or just scared of the spotlight
Living like hes living
Everyday I'm feeling Scot hides
But that's it I mean it's sure to hurt
Kind of making sense why they f**king call you Kers reverse
