SPIT IT
• Written by KRiEGBLiTZ740
Im coming up
in these streets
from under neath
where the mummies sleep
grab a hundred
from the money tree
thats funded me
flooded beats
hunted Gs
straight up
from the
sturdy
dirty
thirtie
no wonder
its court we see
for making
this curents see
its pretty petty
get poppy
my partners
popp pistols
drop bodies
boys body
da bootie
of bitches
and thotties
thought Id
be body
but oddly
these cops
and ops
cant
stop me
that boy
gone flop
then i drop em
bob and weave
like im rocky
no kamikaze
or oxy nazi posse
get bossy
i get sloppy
i triple cross em
hit five-six
pricks and yell yahtzee
then actin
dawgy
ill dawg em
fo actin
cocky
he at
da bottom
of a coffin
hes caughin
cuz blits boy
gottemm
ima laugh at
bitches
writing trash
bout you snitches
snapbacks
or a fitted
im after cash
i admit this
south east beast
cuz im in this
mouth eats feast
cuz i win this
i manage
my damage
test this
beast
theres
vegence
i deserved
first verse
so i took it
sherman added
the hook in
and if you're
hooked in
then you heard it
if you aint working
its for certain
that you cant
work shit
im gonna word it
you heard it
Sherman tell
what the hook says..
team insomniac
in the back
of the pontiac
matching
and gas'n tracks
so bad
so sad
b'cuz our
cardiacs
hard attacks
of our arts and crafts
leave artifacts buried
it cant be buried
Canterbury
will leave your
bong all black
with resin
its the question
i cant be stressin
if you pressin
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About the Artist
KRiEGBLiTZ740
Member since June 26 2015