you couldnt sketch a straight line
Even if you had a etch-a-sketch with one knob
You ain’t goin no where, no hip, no hop,
Like amputated frog
These bars pollute like smog
twist ya up more than a
white gang banging pretzel maker
I’m that almighty highly addictive asshole
Getting pussy wetter than the weather in cape cod
i break squads
i rape moms
with steel rods
i roll harder than tipping porta pods down hill
So I trapped myself inside one to be the shit
im sorta odd
ill admit im not your average type
whether if it’s you’re lady’s guts or this mic
Imma spit nuclear strikes
hiking up this peak and
watch the birds take flight
Maybe it’ll be different this time
reciting rhymes and lines will ignite the twine
T.n.t stacked on top of warheads
that'll put ya in 6 ft deep
with 9 inch nails inna 6 x 2 box
None of your peeps weep
They stand rambling watching me
gambling around your shrine
the shit i spit will bring your demise
in case ya didnt know theres no sermon for those terminated by this human
i dont kill for dead presidents
just the thrill
im iller than nick names for pills
flows ice cold and uncommon with skill
im bombin competition villes
donating dead bodies to the good will
In my candy coated coupe deville
but until i fulfill my goal of destroying you with these lyrical spits
ill pass the time treatin pussy like oil wells and drill
you kno im all about my skrill
i eat emcees like whales versus krill
i force feed you flows un-distilled
raw and dirty are my words like the southern birdie
my stature so sturdy you couldnt knock me off this mesa
Blue table tops where i slang rock and bang blocks
Fuck the cops i rain ox
your the cattle in this battle, u brain cocks
your an embarrassment, should be locked in the stocks
the bricks im holdin are golden like the ones found in fort knox
im the chief justice
this is the law, hear the court talk
bailiff escort this short witted fox to the docks
hopefully there he can catch a flow, if not then escort him to the crocs
this is your death sentence
A lethal injection into your buttocks
Should've been aborted in the back alley
i dont kill for dead presidents
just the thrill
im iller than nick names for pills
flows ice cold and uncommon with skill
im bombin competition villes
donating dead bodies to the good
many like to say that im psychopathic
that i spit sporadic
but I'll let you in on a secret
its systematic
ive fuckin' had it
blasting crystal smoke I'm laughing
driving' ninety on the freeway
pouring rain how long will i be lasting
casting all these fake emcees into an abyss
aint worth shit, they're all virtually useless
couldn't give two shits
Like a pair of old saggy tits
light a smoke off of them smokin' carcass
I'm heartless, by far the mother fucking hardest
try and face me and you'll get beat down retarded
ill finish whatever situation you started
face it homie you've been dealt with
you got outclassed and outsmarted
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