State Of Thinking (Ft HotShitSpi...

(G-Face Murderer, Verse 1)

 

Hitting like missiles, my aisle is to far for miss-ailes when your in denial.

The flow sick flowing like the Nile, my lyrics so far ahead Bill Nye aint found em.

Had to get low like a rectum I vexume sucking clear like a vacuum.

Layered tape ain't to sick to stick, lyrics stick like a stick in a blick.

Bullets rip when a clip sticks to far up a niggas nip, girls nips slip when I grip.

Going for a money trip gets deadly, getting tripped out steady, aim ready.

Splitting cabbages with catalyst, black magic has it ripping Navacs.

Havoc wrecking havoc on the city of Gotham, they never had it.

This the last bar for a rhyme, better be glad you saw it.

 

(HotShitSpitter, Verse 2)

 

Y'all are visitors in the house of hip hop

My rhymes exquisite, so that means my shit's hot

I have come here to present a sick jot

Like shooting a gun, pick chrome, click, pop

My verse out, I burst out with lines like hell's flames

So you get exterminated, the last time you felt pain

I'm crazy, hitting with the flow switches

I ain't missing on a fucking song, bitches

Like a vegetarian, you don't want any beef

I will help you, go, get some sleep

That's how I leave it, permanently

I will be beating the ones cursing at me

I ain't a human, I'm a fucking demon

What I'm assuming, is you don't wanna be breathing

If that's what you want, then prepare a stretcher

You'll be fucking gone, thank you, it was my pleasure