why am i the guy,
who feels the need to rip the script
i hit my fist, spit and trip
enough to get the venom pissed
i'm equiped with fire arms n shit,
weapons, blades guns and knifes.
enough to twice take a life
and yes im white. its rappers delight
shit i could spit it all damn night
forget the hype, i dont drop the ball
forget noise pollution better call the law
yes i'm raw, crimes unsolved
as the world revolves, i don't fall
standing tall.. an yes i'll fuck wits all of yall
fucking crazy, like bombs stuck in babies
strong even as an old man i'll be tuff at 80
i'm crunk and racy,
had enough of these rhymin lazies
walkin in circles pacing
i can't stop... i give it live it its hip hop
keying storms, i'll perform the perfect swarm
layed in thorns, i was born
to drop the rhymes and rip the phone
wit guns in toe. i just go
wether i spit it fast or slow
i dont know, its all up in my head
AM I DEad?, plottin evil in my shed
fuck it i'm just rappin
one cut scene.. than bust with action
fuck i'm trapt in, such a crazy world
surrounded by hoes and shady girls
and it was being drunk that made me slurr
understand that i'm droppin a key
you can grab your stones and lob um at me
the real problem is me
and no the solvant isnt greed
revolving with speed, just to see
high off weed, slanted eyes, my eyes ll bleed
but its just me, this is all i have
cause i didnt grow up wit my dad
maybe i'm just mad,
but at least its written like eqyptians on slab
wheres my bag, damn it was full an hour ago
hit it slow, the pipes on roll
dont light it or you'll burn the bowl
man this flow is long
but at least you read it til its gone
i will stomp, any person in a comp
change up fonts, i'm the devil and i will haunt
just another key by yours truely..
damn i flooded the market like lil weezy
who feels the need to rip the script
i hit my fist, spit and trip
enough to get the venom pissed
i'm equiped with fire arms n shit,
weapons, blades guns and knifes.
enough to twice take a life
and yes im white. its rappers delight
shit i could spit it all damn night
forget the hype, i dont drop the ball
forget noise pollution better call the law
yes i'm raw, crimes unsolved
as the world revolves, i don't fall
standing tall.. an yes i'll fuck wits all of yall
fucking crazy, like bombs stuck in babies
strong even as an old man i'll be tuff at 80
i'm crunk and racy,
had enough of these rhymin lazies
walkin in circles pacing
i can't stop... i give it live it its hip hop
keying storms, i'll perform the perfect swarm
layed in thorns, i was born
to drop the rhymes and rip the phone
wit guns in toe. i just go
wether i spit it fast or slow
i dont know, its all up in my head
AM I DEad?, plottin evil in my shed
fuck it i'm just rappin
one cut scene.. than bust with action
fuck i'm trapt in, such a crazy world
surrounded by hoes and shady girls
and it was being drunk that made me slurr
understand that i'm droppin a key
you can grab your stones and lob um at me
the real problem is me
and no the solvant isnt greed
revolving with speed, just to see
high off weed, slanted eyes, my eyes ll bleed
but its just me, this is all i have
cause i didnt grow up wit my dad
maybe i'm just mad,
but at least its written like eqyptians on slab
wheres my bag, damn it was full an hour ago
hit it slow, the pipes on roll
dont light it or you'll burn the bowl
man this flow is long
but at least you read it til its gone
i will stomp, any person in a comp
change up fonts, i'm the devil and i will haunt
just another key by yours truely..
damn i flooded the market like lil weezy
