Gotta have a helluva lung to spit this right XD
Ain't no serial killa's victims on cerial boxez; here comez the lyrical miracle, this shit's serious, toxic/
This be bangin' yo' stereos, chicks be gettin' 'em periods,
This gon' blow out yo' earrings, welcome to lyrical delirium/
The Fearsome; the Fearless;
You got a beer belly, I be havin' a beer chest.
Playin' with words, pullin' birds, I'm the preferred,
I be heard within local blocks, ticky-tocks/
The clock stops.....................You gon' be packin' yo' socks,
Move out the town, 'fore you get popped, end up in the box.
I ain't gon' hesitate, meditate, you're mixtapin', I edit tapes,
I penetrate holes with ma' pole; shit I gon' set it straight/
You make your whack style sound nice with 'em tight beats,
I make whack beats sound nice with my tight lines;
There's no denial, get wild while postin' filez
My number be gettin' dialed, whack rapperz be gettin' silenced/
I'm multiplyin' the vital energy, sighin' while you be stealin' my rhymes, homie, see you on trials;
Bathin' with vials, and swimmin' by with piranhas,
And spinnin' 'em vinyls; critics put curses upon us/
I'm the finest; you're gettin' damage, goddamit,
Been gettin' banadages, ain't it? I been gettin' bandanas;
Shit gone bananas, and none of y'all ever outran us,
Yo, fuck a platinum status; call me your Phantom Menace////
Uffffff, ran outta breath.
Feedbacks, please.
Peace.
Krit!cal
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