Taste of blood

Yeah, I love the taste of blood, they can’t help take these rhymes I flood

This free eats, bruh, your whole rhyme scheme is edible

Like here’s the microphone because he couldn’t rap like he’s singing his raps in an xylophone

Ring-Ring here’s the phone, “please don’t expose me”

You’ve been friends with a pedo, fuck haters

You love sucking d because Its so d-Licious

Please call your self Diddy before your call yourself the rap god

You say that now because I’ve been gone

You wouldn’t have said anything, if I was back here since you wanted to be bothered

Fuck me? Nah if I’m a fraud, that means you need to be in jail for murder

I hope you see this, bite your lip, try not to blink twice

I’ll write you off, no longer on term with my firm

But who gives a damn that you pulled the trigger

But can’t follow up to bring us to the ringer

You don’t have the balls to say anything

Your hand was probably shaking when you writing

Drinking and eating narcotics because your body was idiotic to diss me

Why would get in a war zone with a man who’s mind is no longer stable

No longer able to control himself and waiting for these stabbers and others who

Can’t chomp like me, whomp whomp nigga

 

I’ve been up to no good but you wanted to call

Me out to this wannabe transgender rap

I’m the one and only avenger that has an extender

You’ve been up to no good, because your shit is to tender

I’ll murder you and your whole family if you come up try

Because I’ll put you six feet under

Six feet under

Six feet under

 

(Demo more lyrics coming)