Isis
• Written by HotShitSpitter
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Killing every rapper that exists on this planet
I'm a body snatcher that insists to do damage
Just show me your face and I'll fucking slam it
Spitting some shit that is splitting your cabbage
Turn you to ashes, I'll make your ass vanish
Pick the pen up, people panic in spanish
Devour any beat, is what I can manage
Popping MCs like they're fucking xanax
So versatile, spit fast, or maybe rap slow
I choose what I wanna do with my tracks though
You'll never expect me, you don't know I'm that close
Helping my friends, spit and attack foes
If I don't like you, I will not act so
Friendly, an MC that is, the last hope
I'm gonna write lyrics that smack you
Gonna make you explode like a shrapnel
I never left, no comeback
Beat your ass in a combat
These rappers is on crack
My lyrics is gon' jack
Just you wait 'till money stacks
Your styles is all wack
You lazy, I don't slack
Write all night, insomniac
Melt your ass like a motherfucking ice cube
I'm a predator, that surely doesn't like you
Watching competition from the side view
So remember it's all about survival
The rhythm is so explosive
I'm hitting so hard, it blows shit
If this is a race, then I'm the closest
Do this shit 'till overdosing
Got more styles than files in your computer
I'm not an addict, but I'm a real dope user
Going against me? Hell no, don't do that
Everybody hates me, I'm like Chris, but no Luda
Injuring all of them, making it efficient
Endure all the pain, that happens when we beefing
I'm sure it will remain that way until i die
The courage to say I'm lame is really high
I buried your name in this grave, it ain't no lie
I'm through with the shame and saying that I ain't fly
Go at the speed of light, I can't ever slow down
If you dissing mine, that means you my foe now
Fucking them up with the beat drop
Won't ever make the heat stop
The realest spitter, spitting hot shit
My rhyming skills gon' make a lot hits
Ain't never been gone, but back on you jack offs
The game is a gang, I am the capo
I can't be touched, I'm dodging your pistol
I am that guy you don't wanna pick on
'Cause I'mma bury you six feet deep
No face to face, you where my knees be
How many bars left? Only sixteen
I am the best, I'm a sick G
No fucking magician can ever trick me
I'm hitting you hard right where your dick be
I just go boom and, my name ain't metro
I am assuming, I have the best flow
If hear me, that makes your vest blow
I flex my lyrics, you only flex hoes
Don't care about your clothes, or your sick cars
All I do in life, is spit bars
I always love it, when shit start
Like a footballer, I can kick hard
Always be balling, I'm always lit up
I am the shit, I'm a sick fuck
Ain't no gun, but popping heat
Ayo, DJ, stop the beat
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HotShitSpitter
Member since November 13 2022