Master The Rymes
• Written by Kontact
You trynna go to sleep?
I keep people up at night
you'll be trynna count sheep
they just can't handle my might
But my bars are too sleek
your lines are meek as mill
give you one flag you ain't real
give me six flags I cause thrill
I'm off the pill, paying bills
Born with talent call it skill
When charlie bites me, I go viral
you'd rather be my friend than my rival
your maternal Instincts for survival
your skill is primal, the decision is final
you try to comprehend the risk
my raps are dope like Cannabis
pun intended, I'm scandalous
I recommend you defend your G maximus
If you kid me, I'll put you on dialysis
I be spitting rhymes like art on a canvas
you be counting down your days on an abacus
I eat everything in the kitchen cabinets
Im a Lion like Snoop, call that shit ravenous
Drop my lines cause they are hot shit
you're falling behind, get with it
you can't deal with the damages of the words I spit.
You can't deal with the fact that your girl's on my dick
better be careful or I'll roll you like rick
Respect me ya bish, or you'll end up in a crypt
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Kontact
Member since April 6 2015