Furnished ft.80_HD

 

I remember when my lyrical mind was young.

Dumbly Claiming rap was my house , but I just stepped to the welcome rug

I would only rap letters A through U, but my bar miss v, a

Lot Cause my mind was locked, like juvie, but

I evolved and reached , up.

And gained a , buff

And touched the stars that's when the heat, struck

I meant is because no possible way to extinguish.

She had met the crisp

And I don't care what y'all say I ain't gonna have a scar let

In other words I ain't letting an average rapper catch a pred

No man sin

Of pedophilia is what I'm speaking about.

Apex predator, I'm the one the demons crown.

And I'm reaching out

To eat ya now

And teach ya how

To beat a crowd

After they plead a tough sound.

Then bleed , run around,

High off the ground ..err miss

You don't seem well malner-ished

I could make the title , pal a slur bitch.

 

 

 

 

80_HD verse:

 

These kids try'na be my Future, they think they Sylvia Browne

Bluds once were at the table with us, on the menu now

Turn that whole table red, Big Willie style

When I up that chopper, fuck it up, get it, I kill the clown

Take that hoe and flip the bitch like whipping when you spin it 'round

They knocked off your partner like an ammo lick, they still around?

The irony of all these gyms on me when I'm lifting pounds

Forest chicken, counting every hen I see like liquor rounds

Yeah, they saying it's up 'til we sit 'em down

Chop, leave 'em screwed, call the swisher house

Since a young buck, only bank's I had was a shoe-box, better rent a couch

Bitch said she don't trust me, next week I'm in her house, and I kick her out

I'm in yo bushes hidin but im sick of campin

So I hop out click and blam it

Bitch this .mm put more kids in line than a popeyes chicken sandwich

Quaker shit, Bake ya shit

I otta smack this bitch with a balled up fist, beat his ass

A swing from me finna take a toll on you this shit finna feel like a E-Z pass

Imma squeeze and blast the heater

Let the heater delete his ass

Its gone be simple as that, bitch I'm the medicine man

If I catch ya slippin put this clip to yo head like a covid temperature check

Bitch Im an imminent threat so up yo gat if you tryna be known as timberland neck

Thinkin shit sweeter than cinnamon, cemetery where they bury your sentiments at

I grab a pistol long as a stick of celery

I aim at your bitches belly

Aint no face when I spray so witness prolly gon say that its wizard kelly

Fuck a opp

If there's enemies in the vicinity I gotta let this nina go cause this bitch a thot

She got to many bodies

Snuck a Glock in this bitch when i pop it gon get shit shakin like wet hands

Gotta wear gloves to pigs dont see the prints like a dick in some sweatpants

Im a proud investor of this pistol thats loud and messy

I'll let a coward test 'em .45 kill you then its touching your kids this bitch a child molester

And I aint stoppin partner, until everybody in coloscopy bags and breathin tubes

This gon be some shit you aint never seen like white people cookin seasoned food

 

 

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80_HD is no longer here I guess .

Anyways he had a great verse.

Me not featuring him on the album would have been a big mistake.

Also I did feature him he just won't pop up.

Shout out to you lol