Yeah,
accommodating this rap was a game dapper
You stack back with a team backpack and six battles
Kim Kardashian when I'm passing my lines up in a crash
And if I'm the only goblin * in the ball,
whose bars are compressing?
I was never easy,
adrenaline flows,
you're in fever
You're in brick and jostle,
I'm protein pressure poor when I'm hideous
Stepping on some Aspidian,
open doors,
hit the prisons
Pull the spinal cord,
my cheeky thoes are composed to the media
Refrigerated bodies in body bags in
a mortuary Anticipated car kicking,
stupid embers so
torture me Authenticated verses,
you're phony,
spit
is a poetry So by the time you come with some solid action
you fall for *,
bomb cells and boom,
bad but the doom
Take a dude, stab and trap, move you trap fool
Sucking wounds for the music,
mass spit,
trash you do consume
Better fume when the spits are lacking People dancing,
dabbing,
sniffing armpit
that's boot sacking The L.A.
villains, they bite when I'm taking
shots,
crying for your killer They can spite on my tribe when I'm spitting
Villainous,
fetish,
* in my mind so my thoughts are rotten
Feel the crack on the spine,
it's Frankenstein when I break enforcement
I don't rap to rap no more,
sang for the chameleon
Kissing a vampire,
pushing down some figure,
I go on the pinwheel
Hit the sucking game,
the puns on petty,
we have to re-kill you
Scream until the criminals all keep we feeling,
the rubbish I mean
Hit a man,
rap against him,
one mix and the garbage I shield him
I'm casting,
you just support your thinking,
you need an especially best meal
I'm high and so advanced for kids,
I bite off the legs,
see the noses
I don't give a message,
believe babies can't hear me,
they need
Time for the rebuttal
This is not animation but a lot of you think of me as despicable,
lyrical,
inapplicable MC Hammer,
untouchable rapper,
check out the hologram,
imagery like it's Instagram But you're always getting framed,
your crime is a picture post Mr. Prison,
why do these bars match up description?
Pan-Africanist,
I'm cooking the politics,
a chef of revolution,
I'm serving your civil war Levitated to air,
my steps so flawless,
none of you bumbling idiots will ever be matching
this I dare you drag queens to talk smack on a track,
while I'm in between the dark and the light
Nautical twilight,
overdose on the brandy,
under the moon till it's full
I'm a wolf that is out for the blood,
automatic weapon that'll fire shots till the bartender triggers
Fact of opinion,
believe it or not,
Ripley's just came to the game to slaughter you lambs
Plus I'm on the league on my own,
I kick your butt like I had a pair of Nikes on