Dead Wrong (freestyle)

Listen, I don't like your fucking tone

Kill you in the comfort or your home

Kill you in front of your own,

on my own, wait till they grown,

kill 'em, take everything you own

Kill you with a tazer through the phone.

Kill you with a trachea laser, and some chloroform paper,

while you sitting on the throne.

I'm like z in the alphabet, I keep coming after you,

Until I split your x-y chromosomes.

 

All you faggots is weak, taste defeat.

Read between the lines, read em and weep.

Leave em in skeet,

I'm so terrified of your threats on Facebook statuses and tweets.

Hit 'em in the teeth

I Leave 'em clueless, toothless, I'm so ruthless

I run up in the stash and leave 'em blueless.

Tell me who the fuck you is,

who is, next-to-die, scratch it of on my to do list

 

Me and my crew the godless monsters

Carve entourage amastas.

Smoke like rastas', I Plan to Prosper,

While my after-image comes to finish imposters,

we drastically diminish you and your roster.

You sweating like this is a Sauna

Kill-streak award, medal of honor.

You don't wanna, meet this persona

Matter fact, get capped, Ghostt kill in stealth, like I've been dishonored.

 

I'm just getting started my dude, Na' I ain't fucking finished

I leave you standing in the middle of the line of scrimmage.

When I get in it, every single second, every single minute,

I'm on some triple digit, triple six-six-six shit.

I'm distant, but never out of reach.

My lyrics breach the human mind and transform saints into wildebeests

I'm a real disease, sicker then h.i.v

When I come to kill, I don't come with guns, I come with choppers and a.c.3's.