dopeOriginally Posted by White N Dangerous
-"My relentless attack, son I aint stopping, You aint gonna see me heaven, Ima see you in hell,where the temperatures rising and the Demons dwell, its something like Amityville, where caps get peeled and blood get spilled, I aint never gonna yield so fucker step out from behind your shield so we can get along and build"
Amityville part influenced from a JMT song where Vinnie Paz says someting like "Im like a Demon outta Amityville"
peace
i've Seen it All N Still, when it comes to me all they Saw was Skill
only tyme they saw u with skill was when u had in ya arm a SkillSaw 4 real...
again not directed to u
My skills punish, you untill ya grills rubbish, make ya cry like peeled onions More electrifying. Then a eels touch is, got a girl thats real luscious Eat these rappers for real like sealed lunches More bad ass than a navy seals gun is
More fly then everybody that wields luggage
Im the beer clutchin career crushin fear nothin fierce one with...sheers cuttin blood spills gushin no need to worry bout the wounds cuz u wont heal from it
im the illest in the field, my words profound forcin the yield
present your sword and shield, clear the battlefield for the winter winds
doing handstands in desert sands and tornado spins
like how u finished it shit was dope
Sword Play For Your Horseplay, as my Morning star Mace
Shorten'z tha Length of anything and thats tha Story i Make
My skills punish, you untill ya grills rubbish, make ya cry like peeled onions More electrifying. Then a eels touch is, got a girl thats real luscious Eat these rappers for real like sealed lunches More bad ass than a navy seals gun is
More fly then everybody that wields luggage
Im the beer clutchin career crushin fear nothin fierce one with...sheers cuttin blood spills gushin no need to worry bout the wounds cuz u wont heal from it
you playin for high stakes, crush lyrics over beat breaks
speed laws regulate, i fly past to dismantle your fate
lurking in shadows disturbing the battles scurry or be trampled never worry the vandal!
I carefully hone my lyrics on a grindstone,
so sharp slip your jugular go right through your collarbone
I'll your murder your entire rap career in a single verse,
Leave your family so traumatized they gon' have to be reimbursed.
Leave you cursed, submursed in a hurse. For fuckin wit the worst where blood spurts and words hurt. Bustin through the game like hulk shirts. Pack up ya skirt and advert from where these demons lerk. The by product of satans birth outside the church where the first pope worked high off perks I blurt to these jerks immerssed...
my Lyrical Hunger, is a Irritiable Fucker, branded these mc'z like Serial Numbers
My skills punish, you untill ya grills rubbish, make ya cry like peeled onions More electrifying. Then a eels touch is, got a girl thats real luscious Eat these rappers for real like sealed lunches More bad ass than a navy seals gun is
More fly then everybody that wields luggage
Im the beer clutchin career crushin fear nothin fierce one with...sheers cuttin blood spills gushin no need to worry bout the wounds cuz u wont heal from it
in the mist of your blunder i plunder i go deeper then slumber my souls a cool cucumber when i pop the 4 pound like thunder
dwelling down yonder, under spells observing old lady dance like tryptamine trance/
unable to surpass my class/ level proficient when i shine and i glisten, moldin my prism
We do it for the people.
holding your rhyme flow hostage like a ghetto prison
only the few chosen selecting special victims
you dancing with the devil to a techno rhythm
the great schizm, prophet bring forth catechism
indoctrination of my wisdom, kingdom of your damnation
psychopath driven
my rifles blast you hidden
they be like no you didn't
exposing the forbidden
good reddens
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