Horror Story Pt 1
• Written by Shyzler
I pop pills & smoke weed,
my mans bro hold 2 ki's.
ain't talkin bout auto,
we talkin bout dope fiends.
I blow trees,
I displease,
who's around me,
they feel seized.
I'm the beesknees,
I go beast,
make large leaps,
grow like yeast.
You homies duckin like geese,
i see right through you like fleece.
Don't come walkin on my street,
leave you slippin like sleet.
My momentum has increased,
but you can't see what's beneath.
I'm sharper then some shark teeth,
and I spit like I had a disease.
This just goes to show,
i can flow with any tempo.
I got this lyrical ammo,
It gets to choppin like willow.
I get more head then a pillow,
I got more guards then an elbow,
i'm only thinkin bout cashflow,
walk by myself just one shadow.
Like military got cargo,
show you in store like the promo.
just get the message or memo,
I'm in my prime just like metro.
I get to flashin like photo's,
wearin all these new logos,
i'm at the top I said almost,
takin out the entire ozone.
You nervous like tightropes,
run you over get bulldozed,
I'm on the top so I showboat,
bitches gimme sugar like fructose.
I'm standin over your tombstone,
and sellin all of my demos,
your career up in chokehold,
i'm steamin up just like potholes.
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Shyzler
Member since June 16 2015