Demiurge - Ninja Nick

Ninja Nick, pickin’ his dick, whistling calling me gay;
But I’m here, straight like a line, you act so gay, it feels like a crime;
I’d rather drink that slime then commit that crime, your;
Attitude is sour, I’mma call you lemon lime, you;

Think you’re a black ninja, but your skin’s so white, you make me frickin' blind, you;
Try to be funny, make up vines, but end up drinking those wines, your;
Your protests so meaningless, just like Joe Biden’s rhymes;
You act so gay, but you’ll never be frickin’ prime;

You support LGBTQ, but all they do is talk poo, like;
You, wanker, taking a C, I’m straight here like a T;
Nowadays we normalisе, we’re draggin’ the sеa;
Attention seeking retards, you never wanna see, so;

Next time you see me you better flee, or you’ll be the next person I knee, if;
You admit now, I’ll give them the D with a three year guarantee;
Call me the grand prix, cuz you’ll be the next nominee;
Pick your shit like you eat your tea, again you’re so white I might go for a ski;

I’m higher than VIP, but still play the Wii;
I’ll sing like a bee, and soon you’ll be debris;
You’re so annoying, might as well call them a pea;
I’mma make a net out of you, shooting these bars like Kobe B;

Join me or be my prey, but I’m about to end the gays;
So they say, don’t be gay, just be straight;
Or you’ll pay the price, from that 1945;
No C-O-P, ‘cuz I’m the G-O-A-T, Ninja;
Nick, slittin’ his wrists, got the complexion of Kendrick or Swift, Dem’s in this;
Bitch better get in defence, cuz once I’ve arisen I’m ending your shit, swim with the;
Fishes, at bottom of rivers’ where Olivers headed for spewin’ diss, fuse it is;
Lit, I’m your father, and this is a slaughtering, end him like Susan Smith, dude’s;

Lookin' miniscule, probably escaped out from Leon’s dinner food, he;
Took a peek at you, that snorlax lookin’ ass, swiped like Tinder cruel, but I;
Think a thanks is due how I blanched this fool like I’m his waiter true, ‘cuz I;
Spit straight heat in duels, leave you roasted like motherfuckin’ kitchens do, better;

Book this ridicule’s like an English school’s what I did to you when I;
Cook it’s lit and boom, never gets defused like your dick is to;
Austin, David too, fuck with eight-some dudes I think James was too, that;
Contest should conclude bruh just settle who’s more anorexic (ooh);

Right, B5’s in this shit, and we kill mics;
I don’t give a fuck about collateral when I spit rhymes;
My homies will thump ‘em this track is where all with Nick dies;
’Til I’m senile this bitch will get washed and rinsed dry;

Broken some bones, but Nick I see that you’re avidly;
So keen to bone, your friend like David with Alex;
Eloping with, both of y’all fuckin’ paler than pastel, he;
Don’t need a robe at all when he goes to his Klan rallies;

Bro revealed him dome and was promoted to Grand Wizard;
Homie’s reached the throne, man you’re what the Aryan wish is;
Pro of feeling scrotums, balls you’re fondling, that’s it if;
Only he weren’t so feeble you’d grow to be Bad Gilbert;
Nick, you spit that you’re a ninja claims he’s fuckin’ wreckin everything but getting clapped;
Guess he’s addict to anime, please you’re the victim of a Dem attack, so it’s;
Best to drop the swords I do this shit daily there’s nothing you could say that would end my wrath;
When this is over you’ll be relegated down to the motherfuckin’ Genin class;

Refer to me as the spitter mage see if you go against me better get a strap;
Staring at poor helpless single ladies, remember in MAP when you like to perv on cashiers, you’re;
Stuck in a circle jerk, in a gang with people she’s rejected, Leon, Kurt shit, that’s;
’Cuz you’re all still waiting for Remy to text you back;