swifty o:

Balla shit, monsterous, Call it, what you will

But you think the game like politics foreal

Talk all this shit, and expect not to get killed

Bass ackwards, get crushed by a fat verse

Ya out ya fuckin mind if ya think that Crap work

Ima blast first, see the mag squirt

Tossed in the back of a Black hearse

Hold up, actually gimme all ya cash first

Wallet, pockets, even ya man purse

I seen ya boyfriend, is that why ya ass hurt?

My d eagle clip rippin, splittin ya brain

Oh shit, nose drip, quit sniffin the cain

I love to hurt you, simple and plain

I guess you could say I have an addiction to pain

Sounds like you shit outta luck, dick in the rain

Claim to take me, claim to spit the flame

But as bad as you wish, our shit isn't the same

People approach me daily, cuz the style is sick

And those same people call you a pile of shit

When I make moves you cant try an predict

Step outta my footsteps, and quit ridin my dick

Every track I touch, i hafta blaze shit

And you just fucked you cant escape it

From all angles this Hate is faceless

so go ahead and accusate its baseless

face it, never see me on probation

pay off the cops a small fee and im skatin

drug money im makin, most I be savin

cash go a thousand degrees of rotation

you think you big time growin weed in ya basement?

See the snow around me, get left in amazement

Rap is like crack, cant sell it undemanded

Ya verses are ass and you bagged a Fat chick

That's like breakin the Number one commandment

Hafta make me switch to underhanded tactics

And I cant recall when you had ya last hit

So you try getting attention by spittin that shit

Hafta plug ya big mouth, with my fat dick

When im on stage, hear how loud the crowd be

Enemies forced to bow down around me

Don't hafta  allow me, to get rowdy

It's the end of you but far from my finale

Angry drunk, wanna fight off a beer or two

As a beast I appear to you, Put gods fear in you

My talent must be like a spiritual miracle

Don't pretend you cant hear its so lyrical

Step up, get touched, smoked like a cee gar

Wish you could be hard as we are,

Built like re bar, strength enough to lift 3 cars

Anybody fuckin with us, must be a retard

I lay vengeance when homos be frontin

Chrome I be bustin, more than the hoes I be fuckin

Don't slowly be runnin til the popos are comin

Someone shoulda told ya its Total destruction,



satan165:

bomb the track like smokin cigs in the ammo dump

with a style more rancid then attila the hun

still comin for the skrilla and guns

got the devil inside me, 2 toes and split tounges

in the glass house, we throwin white stones

and get more guerilla like throwin white bones

two thousand and one, the oddessey in space

im louder then a ton of TNT so brace 

yourself against the backlash, its comin in fast

like car wrecks its comin to smash 

total destruction like a five car pileup

ripped from your chest the live hearts tryin to pump

but it cant, its been transplanted quickly

to robotic creatures that do my bidding

biogenic hybrid cyborg half man half machine

with half the chance on the scene ill slash half your team 

fast and mean or sometimes slow but nice

go right when i flow mics, never slow with the knife

