93 'Til Infinity
• Written by HotShitSpitter
Come in and rain with the aggressive flows
Cunning cunts ain't shit, I'm molesting foes
Mom is in pain, bitch, she dressed in clothes
That's darker than in cave, this is stressing both
Of your parents, wearing black depress 'em, so
My plan is to trample the guiltless of souls
Maybe I'm a psycho, I'm like no, body else
It's obvious, they copy this, but they can't stop these fists
From making document 'bout your death relevant
You pests meddling with the best veteran
My pen treasured in, the safest of vaults
You take steps, I'm pedaling, I'm training my thoughts
I'm the elect' president of flowing slickly
The next testament is what I wrote, my disc be
Selling, while your melon is getting chopped
'Fore release of your new shit, it already flopped
You ain't decent at using vocabulary
Keep them hallucinated, yo asses weary
My thoughts as complicated as my rhyme schemes is
Songs get tons of hatred, can't buy me with
Fakeness, your brain split with razors if you phony
Have dangerous phases on occasions when you don't be
Respectful, I met few cases when they only
Make you change to betray your homies
Soul leaving your body, so being a Zombie
Is your best option, I heat up the party
Rock the guest spots, you still pee in a potty
I ain't playing no more like I'm leaving the lobby
You stay fading, you whore, I'm eating your posse
Rhymes to my lyrics is like key to a 'Rari
Lines interfering in beef, know I'll win it
Sleeping on me? G, that's forbidden
You got a hidden talent? Let's keep it hidden
I've written ballads 'bout the key and rhythm
Your shit is valid? That's a dream, you kidding
Step in the palace of my heated writtens
You get overwhelmed by the amount of rhymes
That's over there, you sounding like
If you scrape a metal fork against a dinner plate
If I play, I set the score, you know I'll win the game
I came to wreck, abort, these lames with best of pure
Sophisticated lines, rest assured, they mess with your
If your diss related to my shit, you'll get taken care of
And I mean no babysitter, I'll scrape your head off
You scared to exit your comfort zone
This chair's electric, it's my damn throne
Accomplish goals I thought wouldn't be possible
Stomping foes, roast newbies, a hospital
With a doctor is what you'll need, the obstacle
Your blood was sucked out like you just a popsicle
I fucked you up, now I strike your dumb posse
Slide on punks, hockey, cunts cocky, somebody
Getting struck with force like pumps and automatics
Wish me luck when I perform stunts and acrobatics
With lyrics that flow smoother than silk
You hearing the goat, Lucifer will
Fear me for sure, if we go face to face
Displays the rhymes with grace, you lay in grave
In case of trying to disrespect me
You straight up dying 'cause my shit is deadly
It's interesting how you think you better
I sting and lynch, two things to set up
Is lyrics and I need to be ready to spit
Disappearing like a genie, machete will split
Your belly in bits, you pussies petty as shit
Me with styles is like Nelly with hits
Which means that I, got a lot of them fuckers
I'm popping, hot when I bust it, I gotta stop with the ruckus?
There's no possible way, I'm like Picasso with paint
When I'm in the booth, I rhyme so insane
Styrofoam, you, as easy to break
Believe me, I leave these lames in the lake
I can open the portal to another dimension
I distort and then torture a brother that thinking
They on the same pedestal as me
I slays and rain rhymes, an incredible MC
Lines, come here and get a bowl of these
There's nothing I done feared, I be sensual with beats
I caress them with touch or smash them brutally
Messing 'em up, think rap ain't suiting me?
You're outta your mind, I get louder inside
Your ears, I pierce them with the power of mine
You gotta notice when I end the songs
This is that moment, bless you all
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HotShitSpitter
Member since November 13 2022