In Da Club (feat.G-FaceMurderer)
• Written by HotShitSpitter • Featuring G-FaceMurderer
//HotShitSpitter
I work my ass off and diss on your trash song
You can stash guns, but your life won't last long
I'm spitting here, waiting until my cash grow
I'm spitting to blast all, murder all tracks, so
No need to ask for it, here to do that 'lone
My ego inflating, obliterate, smash foes
Don't care what they think, we still gon' clash, yo
Stop with the baiting, I explode like shrapnel
I get it cracking like I live in trap home
I get to smacking, my shit sell like crack sold
Finna attack 'em, do it like a strap: blow
You bitches wack and, good bars, you lack those
About to grab throats, or hit in they backbone
I always have fun, I've no time to slack though
You and your girlfriend, I'm gonna clap both
The illest on earth land, I'm finna stab y'all
I lowkey would describe myself as holy
I know he dissed me, he gon' die slowly
If I'm offending you, then you better blow me
I'll leave you stranded too, so don't oppose me
If you look closely, your body's a trophy
Like cutting an animal, I made the goats bleed
I'll do what a cannon do, shoot 'till you broke, G
I will be smoking, but I ain't 'bout no trees
I'm doing the choking, until your soul leave
It's really so clear: You know what my goal be
But you can't get near, and I'm not boasting
Let's go, you'll go to the doctor like Moe Dee
I'm spitting a written, but I am so free
Addicted to my lines, like you're a dope fiend
You think that you greater? That is only
A dream, you ain't my hater, you think so? Just go, please
Forgot to remind y'all, this place is my house
I got to decide, y'all, when I want the lights out
My connections so wide, I decide what I rhyme 'bout
Here's the reason why these bitches lie: clout
Speak even a word of trash and you've a sliced mouth
Creepy and funny at the same time, like clowns
Seeing you fuck 'round makes me wanna roast right now
Writing twenty four hours daily: Night owl
Your rhymes ain't close to insults that I threw
I'll roast you both, you, your homie from your blind crew
I'm the world's most wanted, shoutout to Ice Cube
You a goner if your flag red, or light blue
Who's gonna get their cranium broke twice? Who?
My rhymes are out there where the longest flight flew
My rhymes stick to you, with no applied glue
I ain't tricking you, who's gonna die? You
//G-FaceMurderer
Dropping down like bodies, chains in Ferraris.
In the club with a big body, round edge looking smotty.
Smothering smoke with hottys, rapping like Gotti.
Lyrics Godly you can hardly disagree on a track with me.
I believe your just a jack for trades honestly.
Flow hard go burning like charcoal, in a chokehold.
So far you can't let go, never let them sow.
Reap what you sow, I saw a never no that goes to nevermore.
It was me again, spitting heating, cooling down like Leviathan.
We at 10 bars, chocolate broom bodies say "Gimme a charge."
Charged up, bouncers bounced up, out of luck for change.
Sweet 16 give me a Honda or Ford, I say chill ladies.
17 more to go, freestyle flow, never been better just low.
Shooting my lyrics like bullets, doing the matrix.
X's dodging like Satanic tricks, satrix, don't get in the mix.
Last line for chicks, call me at this number, 99-4-86.
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HotShitSpitter
Member since November 13 2022