It’s time to rap
Cuz Eric has snapped
Running his trap
He’s in the deep end, up over his head
In need of a raft
Just like that face
So ugly that its in need of a mask
Poor little nate dogg He couldn’t focus
On one little task
He crossed a line, it happens
At barstool, totally fine
But not when you’re the bitch
Boy Who habitually cries
You made it personal
It’s true, i fucked Up with my wife
Sex with 2 girls
That’s 2 more you’ve ever seen in your life
Yea I cried on the radio
Had the whole planet listening
Yea you once had an audience
Church at your christening
You Dead weight, just like a casket
Use your head Nate, lets ask it
Are you really top 2 bloggin
When the top 4 moved past it?
That’s the truth boy, that’s facts
You’re nothing but Charity
Laugh out loud at a nate blog?
Yea that’s probably a rarity
To think we once teamed up
Together Coming at Rico
Those days are in long in the past
Now Ima tell you like Tiko
Without me there’s no you
I put you on when I had to
But for 5 straight years
The laughs all come not with you
But at you
Nothing new here
Just Saying what the world thinks
You’re the only person
Who doesn’t know that you fuckin stink
We’ve been thinking it for years
But we tip toe around
Now it’s time to take the boot out
And stomp nate to the ground
Hypocritical misfit
Who every body pities
Not a shred of relevance
Since barstool broke it down to cities
Let’s talk about it Eric, the night you took that pie
A solid month straight we heard little Eric Nathan cry
And despite your diva antics
Despite your constant whining
I was there and had your back
And put up with that fucking crying
Same thing that happened
At the upfronts at the Happy hour
“I’ll never have a podcast kev! or program that’s on power
85!” look Alive the free rides fuckin over nate
So dry those eyes and tap those keys and sit at home and masturbate
So it’s time to pay up kid
Time to visit the Piper homie
Your face is the target again
Killshot from this sniper homie
Hide behind your same old lies
And tired excuses
I’ma leave to your wounds
And let you to tend to your bruises
But just remember Who you’re talkin to
When you try to flex
And we can keep copacetic
And we don’t need this mess
Got nothin to lose and I don’t fuck around
So shut your fuckin mouth you mutt
And I will stop punching down
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