it's a Literal script flipped ta flip you
blunt a crip wit issues, hit you
nose bleed so bad what's the point of tissue
I'm sick dude, even my interlude's here to diss u
from the intro I hit home in your psykee
fight me, I'm grimey, fuck battle rhyming
try me face to face, up front shit
I lace fags with 1 punch shit,
a cold cock, with tha gun butt to ya lower jaw
you all for the law, I'm sorta not
so think before you inform tha cops on blunt
talk, but ya dumb fucks border on runt
I'm a giant, collidin', an' destroy'n ya tracks
smashin' on ya ploys, an' un-employin' ya raps
you'll never make coin with that, crap
so back track an' re-think your passion
'cause you're never lastin', I sever imagination
thru exageration of malice in conversations
with potential talent still in tha pot bakin'...
YOU FAKE KID!!!
~Ho0k~
it takes great lenghts
ta break an irate brain
knives make way
for my rise to fame
I claim reign on the entire game
with a higher name,
an' way of captivatin
It's MY WAY
Right away y'all shy away from writing flames
I'm like butane an' a spark on stage, I set tha mic a blaze
a delight to fans an' a fear in tha mind of tha rest of the game
biters just injest my lines an' shit 'em back out an' claim
they wrote it, an' take credit for it,
when the same page I made was lame, so I just tore it
an' endid up throw'n it out
an' tearin' them up with another glorious sound..
I'm informin you now, sit down an' take your rightful space
at the back of the line, in tha welfare office, waitin' for your weekly pay
debatin' takin' ya pain away today, with a rasor blade invadin your vein
just be patient an' wait, I'll give you a hand
just give me your neck, I want to really start painting this fucking town red
~Ho0k~
it takes great lenghts
ta break an irate brain
knives make way
for my rise to fame
I claim reign on the entire game
with a higher name,
an' way of captivatin
It's MY WAY
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