iRap

smoke crack so I spit flows raw chronic

you get addicted to it when you on it

own every beat when it hits and I'm on it

don't mean to if it sounds ironic, but

you mumble it and I rap supersonic

if I had to speak for you I'd say, I moan it

you an average bitch and non-veg

if my rap is a dick then you feed on it,

flows getting too hot and rich, so

you might want to put some ice on it,

Em is my inspiration and he's iconic

disagree? that's cuz you blind and can't see,

give head to a doctor and tell em to put eyes on it

how many times,

how many rhymes do I have to wrap around your head, cycle on it

as if I cycloned it;

for you to realize that I am not someone you'd like to attack

copycat, I can put caps on every word that you rap

press ESC. no matter how many times but will never escape out of my trap

blocked exits is all you gonna face, I speak facts

so when I say you trash you say, "yessir, copy that!"

dead body shot in the bedroom by a scumbag

with his cumshot, I aim for the top spot

hit you in plain sight on drive-bys

and run without saying bye-bye,

that's hit-and-run...

shout out to Pac

what happened to the white Cadillac

oh, it flew into thin air? left no clues?

got head with few screws loose,

but this ain't something that can get it confused

cut to the chase, they dead wrong

they dismissed the case, or they had to?

made fun of the dead man and his legacy

the media and the news

yea... they clowned it, made joke off of it

like when you think about Deadpool

attending the funeral of the same dude

he just killed in the back seat

of his Mercedes... Vroom Vroom!

is now waiting in the waiting room

to pay condolences to his peers

sitting in the next room,

holding a box of cake in his hands

filled with ammo for Glock and Mac

he came in wearing fack sighs on his face

... like a face mask

the next moment... bang bang!

what's that!.. gunshots, it's mayhem

man down, another name dropped off

of the same list that has your name on it

that means you're coming up next, hang on!

I invest my blood and sweat into this John Wick linguistic

on a road never taken before cuz I don't follow footsteps

your lines can't stand, could use some Set Wet

my text-raps wraps more views your entire catalog can't get

your raps are doing you good disgrace, think you a smartass

if that's true; I'd pray God to keep me insane, idiotic stupid

you dumb-ass as Azz Iz

I'll write your name on my dick

make your bitch sit on it

if they ask; "who did this?"

I'll tell them, "she was with me in bed

but I didn't fuck her with my dick"