Monster Music (Killbot's Factory)

we cruise the streets my niggas lawless
candy apple coupe looks so flawless
we ballin like jordan or maybe spalding
neva fallin cars imported and foreign
yes and my money long like my dick B (no homo)
wanna test me guess u dont know my history
jordans all black like the pistol be
before i was on niggas was still missin me
that means im the savior to rap get it
money like giants yours is like midgets
if we cant fix it then we clip it
and when we shoot its never a brick dig?
and when i say ya dig its not a shovel
im talkin bout my lyrical or gold bezel
or maybe im talkin crazy holdin the metal
or maybe we clean like hazmats its the rebel

hopped up out the coupe tipsy as fuck
fill me up give me another cup
im gone off the pills weed was laced
so it looks like im goin dumb witta thizz face
and ill be in rehab it'll be the next place
if i dont calm down relax and take a break
fuck that niggas sit back and blow an eigth
im in the VIP witta whole champagne case
they even come in cases? shit if i kno
bangas all out make a nigga die slow
nigga stepped on the mauris but im gone
so my niggas pull back guns are drawn
im loaded like my fuckin 45 test me
vest on my chest you know who the best be
pussy ass sucka niggas try to check me
but they know on the waist is where the tech be

so i hop up out the hooptie gun on full blast
50 in ya koofie 22 in yo ass
i got them pies im baked so where the cash
heavy handed nigga yo chin is glass
and when i say glass i mean that shit is breakable
and my pride haha that shit is unshakeable
hands up faggot where ya money at
this blood champion and a skully rap
the shit that wud make you sell ya motha crack
witta black gat make ya pass it to ya lil niggas cat
and make him pull up cats is tough and blow fams brains
then whip around the corner apartment 14 fuck his dame
yes im not one of you bum ass rappers trappin for loose change
im a don a con and last time i checked i got fame
homeboy and i decked out the fuckin range rover
black on black and the top pop like a can of soda

fully loaded pistol spit like a nigga on smack
dangerous when i let it free it hit ya back
1 in ya skull leave ya brains in ya fuckin lap
lay a nigga to sleep thought u need a fuckin nap
harder then any niggas bars tht be in the streets
when they spit and speak they always talkin bout me
the rich ass nigga one who buy bricks off of so-and so
and when i bounce past the block they like there he go
steady driven throwin shells at all my victims
you cud b a nice guy and be an asshole in my vision
im pitchin doves yall niggas fuckin wit dirty pigeons
i got more eagles on me then max b when in prison
thats the heavy bricks kilo whatever brother
knock on ya door all i said was to go get ya mother
she sittin there like oh yes thats tht hard butter
try to run away wit it nigga i hard snuffed her

if you wanna shoot a fair all i play is gun play
from tuesday to sunday whip yo ass on monday
then roll back and smoke a blunt on thursday
in the pocket or in my hands is where the funds stay
you fuckin witta royal flush kings and them aces
we fuck queens shoot jokers leave wit sprayed faces
come thru banga loose leave wit neck braces
yea then i come back and beat all of the court cases
like fuck that niggas couldnt see me in broad light
wasnt even on the game prolly bag raw white
keep bangin till there not a body insight
you could see me in the lobby wit niggas beggin to fight
niggas ready sayin let me get em tryna earn day stripes
put ya hands on me how u earn dat rite
ill killa nigga quick blood leakin from his lips
had his main bitch all tippin on my dick thats it

Killbot cool

see them hot them hot summer days got a nigga feelin gone
we got military issue smoke him like a bong
my niggas roll tighter then a fat bitches thong
killbot beats got a niggas money lookin so long
im eatin beats or eatin off beats it makes bread
whetha i tote a AR or ak it gets head
and when i say head i dont mean its gettin blown
but it is gettin blown right to a niggas dome
little niggas in the hood got more money then me
my niggas go way back we got history
back in the day throwin a couple rocks at some cars
we was never really that gangsta but we acted so hard
till we grew up we held a banga like it was trife
and to think i held one but i only needed a knife

we them type of niggas just run up and take ya life
hop up out the maybach so fresh im takin ya wife

see ive grew up hard but i always had smoke
got a few cousins who will poke you in the throat
like you could be all innocent no joke
and im neva given the belt even if im on the ropes
only niggaz you got is when you heard of em
and them niggas skipped town prolly cuz they murdered him
i could see the fear and hollow tips burnin him
u a Trick or a treat nigga ya sweet hoes turnin em
this is some gully shit u kno ak spray rap
i saw him tremble when i swung the door of the maybach
and i was casual the way i sat back and relaxed
my nine blow crazy like a fiend on a relapse
words is scrambled until they reach ya brain
bullets at random i watch as dey hit ya frame
i been at the highscore champ at this game
everytime she hear my record it amps up ya dame

you'll die ten times if your tryna test me the best be
X out ya lungs right where ya chest be
dual braclets like they arrest me yes me
you like work out world i will stretch b
then south paw i mean left him gushing
eruption deucting the population im cussing
and rubbing blood-and on my hundreds
thats dirty money rushing the bullets combustin
in mid air grapple the gat like rick flair
thats a wrestling punch we wrestle then dump
meaning i trip him and jump grippin the pump
rip out his spine hell choke on his tongue
im raw but my beef always gets well done
your life is like a game of checkers
cuz we fuckin jump u wit black and deckers
the means my niggas jump him wit tools if u a fool

im not normal feel like i stepped in a portal
and me i happen to be the only mortal
my words are all slurred i parked on the curb
kick the fly shit guess what? and dats word
and when i say word nigga i dont mean no letters
and when your under the gun its most likely beretta
thinkin how cud his chest get any fuckin wetter
shots warm him up like a christmas sweater
but hes not all cozy and warm
and the images i see are far from the norm
the blunt gets gutted and torn
then we get fucked up like we was in porn
no homo smoke witta pack or go solo
but either way nigga lip it dats a no no
and yes my tenements is known for the bricks
and nah the only thing you runnin is ya pockets and ya lips

listen im like the firehouse always got bricks
and u sorta underage the way you neva seen a strip
the way i make love to the pot it shud b a crime
oh it is? oh well i get money off mines
money off the nine the way it spit sorta like me
have the drum going dumb like we goin hyphy
but enuff of that lemme tell you bout this white girl
fine scent got me high all in one pot im shure
you might be like no how could that be
cuz im a conneseuir product neva nasty
yes white like a fresh smile or my new kicks
if u try to take it you'll be leakin fluid
you new to this well let me teach you youngin
the way we pump it like joe budden
we on the block wit the rock like a shot foul
I O U? neva some times i ask y we blow it in vowels

so i say to myself like yo how cud this be
these bitin ass niggas steady takin my steez
i ponder the sitio while im blowin them leaves
and im sorta like a wigger im all about G's please
nigga get on ya knees and beg for mercy
why my flow hot and exotic like pots of curry
u a good man you get a case and dont say nuttin
my hands is like my lines come out wit straight punches
and along wit the punches here comes the hook
niggas is so shook when i be on my jux
when i spit a bar i get them ugly looks
we not girls but my goonies love to go cook
see these niggas talk alotta shit but they fraud
until we put heat on em like an ironing board
my niggas flow like fuckin suicide bombers
im a chef ghost smoke call me cappadonna

There's nothing creative in these verses, no new/good concept's or anything...pretty much just 6 pages of bullshit

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Originally Posted by SisterFister

There's nothing creative in these verses, no new/good concept's or anything...pretty much just 6 pages of bullshit

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your user name is sister fister who's sister your own? i could write thought provoking shit i just choose not too.

HOT GARBAGE.

dont be a follower. quit rappin.