I’m an ill spitter, my skill gives a lil splinter in your confidence
Still litter, and it’s common sense that i’m the sh#t
See i’m omniscient, i knew you was ‘gon bomb your song
Way before you dropped it, b#tch
I’m talking sh#t, but modesty, still got a lot of it
I’m not a god in this, and not the opposite
But i’m a prophet sent by god himself
To save the game and abolish sin
I’m on some kamikaze sh#t, just bombing n#z#s and
I come with body hits
Might save you like a fireman, hackin’ on fire walls
Or maybe i’m anonymous, just hackin’ your firewall
My music i done polished it, and i’m craftin’ these fire songs
Might just call me the fire man, cause i’m hackin’ up fire balls
But rappin’ don’t hire, y’all
Just gotta keep on my grind
Not swimmin’ in thе deep end this time
No sheathin’ the knife
Ain’t got no time for you sheep that are blind
Cause i found that when the hurds around me
All that furr is clouding my vision
Bet ya’ll’d listen if what heard wasn’t sounding muffled
I envision i’ll be sure astounding
And with the doubtin’, i’m imprisoned or with murder bountys
Glad i’m under epidermis soundly
My whole goal in life’s to make you cry
Get up under your skin you can’t make me die
My whole goal in life’s to make you cry
Get up under your skin you can’t make me die
Got an hour in the booth and i prepaid
To spill the sourest truth in a sweet way
Might devour ‘ya tooth, it’ll decay
And then down goes your roof as i relay this info
And i expect what ensues
That you naysayers are ‘gon reject what i do
But i’m reppin’ the truth
Soon as i step in the booth, i spill red
Not blood, i mean from all the pens that i’ve killed dead
Now, i’m a metalworker, cause i weld led
I feed on rookie mcs, i’m well fed
It would be a breeze with my skill set
And puts me at ease to grill speds
Wanna shoot me a dm like assassinating a marksman?
You can check back to see, and its still “read”
My music is a weapon of force aimed at the dirty b#tches
Who ain’t ever supporting the first amendment
While they break the record for words per minute
I wanna do more than just earn a guinness
But the worsts impending, there’s no words invented
To describe what you are sure to witness
You know we’re dependent on the verses spitted
No more slurring spitting
Guess i’m stirring sh#t up with absurd opinions
So refer to hitlist, check the names of all murder victims
Kill the worst of penmanss nd you better hope
That the curse is lifted ’cause…
My whole goal in life’s to make you cry
Get up under your skin you can’t make me die
My whole goal in life’s to make you cry
Get up under your skin you can’t make me die
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