Horror Story Pt 2
• Written by Shyzler
Hold up,
I think I hear the music playin'.
Let me turn down for a sec,
so I can get to statin.
So many facts about myself,
man I can't be mistaken.
I feel like I am awaken,
feelin like my bodies vacant.
Truth is bout to be spoken,
and your brains will start to waken.
Yo jus listen to my talkin,
stay in role don't lose ya cadence.
I'm spittin hot like satan,
marijuana that's my fragrance.
some people think it's toxin,
but it just keeps me straighten.
This isn't over this has just took it's toll,
me and my glock go on a stroll,
we on the search for some gold.
If I see em say "hold!",
meet his chest with the pole,
screamin "gimme all ya pockets!",
better do as ya told.
So you know I keep roads closed,
I'm spittin like I'm on skoal,
I got more hops then a toad,
me & the bros on patrol.
We got this shit in control,
but we not holdin controllers,
I'm rockin w/ all my soldiers,
push you around just like strollers.
Now you be good to ya elders,
or you get tumbled like boulders.
I got the ice on my neck,
so i guess i got a cold shoulder.
You all my sons I'm the father,
so you know I'm headed further,
My moneys longer don't bother,
you niggas light like a feather.
And it don't matter the weather,
all of my raps will still simmer.
When they hear it they gather,
start to listen with pleasure.
I lay you out like a stretcher,
I'm leavin yo bitches wetter.
I got more cheese then a shredder,
you niggas dumb but I'm clever.
and all yo heads I will sever,
they say I'm bitch made but never.
I send a message a letter,
to not fuck with me not ever.
Black & white like a checker,
I'm the topic like headers,
Used to be Poe' just like edgar,
now i'm the man just like slender.
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Shyzler
Member since June 16 2015