Flow Motion

Serial murderin with every syllable that I’m servin’em

Sealing my sermon to send to every seraphim

Seagrams and syrup till I can’t steer and I’m swerving hard

Spiritual servant to no one so I go up with serpent blood

Like Steph Curry I’m surly with my shots headshot the head honcho

like cops blow I don’t maim but aim to drop hoes

the death of wild west? But I still wear a poncho

whenever I show folks how my glock goes

I got no soul not Nas grown god knows to top top four I’ll put more into that Pac pose

my gospel is to go out spell every obstacle

You’re part of the problem so don’t mind if I get hostile

 

Introducing the impossible

Including a monster flow

Influenced by Troma shows

Inuit how to hold a bow and headshot like a Navajo

But I

don’t consider myself a sniper

In the middle of a fight I’d

Belittle every rival

With little to no eyesight

 

Just stupid lucid when I do this

Juiced like Ruth did when I blew hits

But only boosted when the booze tips

Alumni of Nuke’m High only alive when I’m consumin human

 

When the pen dips any sentence can come and get it

your genetics are pathetic offended when I said and meant it

prophetic penman with a penchant to misdirect affection

and then move on to the next miss

Egotistical when I spell cause it can get mystical

Imma diss a whole list of those that like to get statistical

I miss it though before they’d blow it’d come to blows like fisticuffs

Actin tough but don’t miss the cuffs and bologna sandwiches for lunch

 

This’ll be the last rhyme where they all scoff

It’s bout to be that time for the sawed off

How can it be a crime with no guys alive to call cops

It’s a sign of the times that they all soft?

In fact half the rap saps at half-mast cause their back half be shaft tapped

Proud to be laughed at as long as you have fans

This whole song bout to be your laugh track

 

Cock back when I’m mad at my whore

Blow back like a humpback, igor

Packin’ so big she says it’s an eyesore

When the cops come I pretend I don’t know’er

Told that bitch to blink twice

but she only wink, I

think that she’ll be fine

that’s what she gets for bein’ knee high

 

hold up hold up let’s rewind

my flows like Noah it be lies

I’ll go Samoa before indicts

You know I know ta beat the rap Nujabe like

 

Call me the sinister minister when I git to work

All of the sins of her twin sister is through my words

Appalled that that tennis star spinster can’t do a twerk

The Dali of livid words chasing miniskirts and living hurt

 

Silence to think about the violence I committed

Syke I might try light crime in the nighttime

My Schwinn goes vrinn from what the chainsaw omitted

Fight the tight line my kite winds end your lifetime

 

Tearing the timid till they tearing to tissues

Trailing a tendon too late for their skin tissue

Terrible image to bare too much Nair it’s just sinew

There aint a limit but I just tried to singe you

 

Do a diss and damage every damsel in distress

Dual my fist disadvantaged still demand that I desist

666 on my Danzig hi-fi death on a disc

 

Had to lay down I was feeling sick

Woke up three days later don’t remember writing this

On my 90s shit treacherous diss for every lecherous bitch in this contemptuous biz even legends were killed so I’m just lettin’ you live