Tyler Ruotolo - UNSTABLE

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The shock cable?
He’s under tables
Shakin’ unstable
No major labels
Want this unstable
No name who can’t rap for shit
Wants fame and caps for clicks
No lyrics snap on the kicks
Or the snare
Mom dropped him down some stairs
False crown to wear
His scalp’s bare way under there
Under where? He’s under me
It’s fun to see this prick come for me
Well not for thee, he shot at Em
Bitch, no one owes you respect
No foes on the net
Or any opps wanting you dead
Some thoughts are haunting his head
Of him wanting to gеt bread
But he thinks that he’s thе best
When he’s not even tenth
Not eleventh, never getting better
You hate Eminem, write him a letter
If you think your better
Why do you record on a paper shredder
Can’t improve and no flow better
Unlike me, wishing you could
Rap like me, not that you should
But you’ll be, less than what’s good
Like MC’s pestering Suge
I know it’s true, you’re a falsehood
Think you can rap, but you’re not worthy
Not a god, pervy, built like a furby
Think you’re Zeus, but you’re too curvy
What I’m getting at, is you’re too stupid
To make new shit sounding cool too ‘em
So stop dropping deuces
You’re a fucking nuisance
Read your damn comments
I’m a man, honest
My hand’s on it
The red button, that’s my pen
Not for nothing, I sever heads
God complex, not heaven sent
Got rotten, he’s hellbent
Two pennies? Not well spent
Can’t get checks
Screaming in text
Posting on X
Wants likes but
No chicks fuck
This fuckin thumb
Is pointing down
Boy with no crown
Can’t flow, wow
Making jokes, ow
He don’t know how
To throw down
Killing fuckers, call me Dahmer
Your mom’s bro is your father
I’m unbothered by this non-scholar
Wantin’ views and hollars
But don’t want the drama
Spitting like a llama
Lighting bombs under
Your whole fake persona
Can’t think of words when the mic is on him
But drinks too much when the mike is open
Now he’s smelling potent like my lighter stoking
This whole fire, I get higher smoking