The More

VERSE 1

its the nasty ass rapper giving smacks to the slappers
from the back they can have another attack open up a cracker
with a hammer at ya im calling you a rat cos the fact is your an actor
too scared for the fear factor so when you see the robba you see a fucking rapter
i will read you your next chapter life after blade cuts from a chopper
you get thrown on toppa now you dont know what the world has to offer
cos your girl you just lost her you hurl seeing a monster
then i pull out the real shocker turn the page over not corrupt
while your in a coma

KORE:
the more my war is won
the chore becomes so fun ill burn your fucking house down
your falling like your spun ill burn your hell hole of a house down
the poor and lonesome ones

VERSE 2

ill have you crying on the ground with my lines and sound like im suppose ta
boy your a poser tryna get closer to being printed on a poster

now your scared face looks grosser than who you boasted ta saying its greater
like an irony when you dont notice then heres a toaster from my holster

fakers get raped and taken to the grave if you dont rate me your too late
your outdated and ive made it cos Its fate you must be gods mistake just a pisstake

watch me rake in as you sink in to your hate thinkn of ways to make it break
but you cant create just replicate and inticipate what will never be so you ache aye? cu hant

KORE:
the more my war is won
the chore becomes so fun ill burn your fucking house down
your falling like your spun ill burn your hell hole of a house down
the poor and lonesome ones

VERSE 3

see me taking latleys burying em in the lake while eating grapes
while theyre dying theyre admiting im great
i bring the pain then wash away the blood stain
yall stay the same you follow what they all say
i make my name by bringing on your end of days
i feel no shame by singing wrong to send away
you in the game who just dont know how to play
fuck the fame im in it for a holiday
enough of the lame i know where i wana aim
ignite a flame and
spit to stop the whack being vain those chops are sounding too plain, mayne

KORE:
the more my war is won
the chore becomes so fun ill burn your fucking house down
your falling like your spun ill burn your hell hole of a house down
the poor and lonesome ones

MUSIC VIDEO:
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