"Hood Bars"

this flow is like air pumpin breath into chests,

imma bomb on this shit & leave craters like meth,

you say you rap it i live it,

i'm in your hood in my pivot,

holdin that thang that will put your brains in the back of your fitted,

i do a little bit of everything but i rap alot,

i'll smack you hard like your water catching belly flops,

your a backyard brawler i'm a prize fighter,

i mark shit out like a highlighter,

silencer on the mack sounds like a typewriter,

full clip will light up your whip like knight rider,

or maybe i'll grab the AK with the shoulder strap,

you'll be the first body on it like a yoga mat,

your style of rap this how i define it,

back to back punches with no power behind it,

mine are show stoppers you thought you were nice till you heard mine,

i don't have to throw mine back to back i'll hit you hard on the first time,

boy i'm a monster like a digimon,

your better off picking fights with some prison moms,

i'll stick this rifle in your grill like a shish kabob,

pull the trigga knock your head off like ikabob, (ikabob crane)

 

kid you couldn't see me in 3D or PG,

and after this battle you'll be washed up like seaweed,

my shit bangs like a locker in gym class,

and if i blast the four fifth you'll need shit bag & a skin graph,

in the hood i posted up with the strap,

bandanna on like a war in iraq,

i keep the fourty all black push you fourty yards back,

then uppercut you through the roof like mortal combat,

your light weight i'm steak dinner your rice cakes,

lines are sharp & their cold like the blade on a ice skate,

i'll be damned if i ever letta nigga choose my fate,

like motorcross imma handle these bars till the bike breaks,

money's longer than train smoke i see more green than a hippie,

i watch my money like i got four eyes mississippi, (4- i's)

you gotta semi automatic i'm comin with the fully,

duct tape, trash bags a shovel & a pulley,

got the grave already dug so everything is all goody,

then i'll take a ax to your neck & leave your head in your hoody,

i come harder than the beams up in steel structures,

i'll give your ass body shots till your spleen ruptures,

i got a shotty for your car i call it black thunder,

and imma bang it at your bucket like a street drummer,

this diabetic's running out of lives he needs a lifesaver,

i raise havok like king kong on a sky scraper,

put the gun under your chin BANG! violate ya,

leave your brains hanging from the ceiling like fly paper,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rep misses a-u-g-a and now i'm going global/