BeZeRk

spittin wicked, im kinda sick-ed, and rhymes is kickin

bout you, dont know how to spit it, your kinda shitty

fat as fuck, the bitches they call you free willy

suckin on a fat dick, the mans name was billy

through the glory hole your mom made that's silly

did you think that you could ever win, cmon really?

didn't think so, on you're ass im bout to blow....here we go

 

So now im pickin up the tempo

bullet holes all through ya temple

and i stay all on your mental

because I got all the credentials

psych ward you'll be posted once I'm done on this instrumental

teeth missin call it dental

you pullin up in rentals

I pull up in the finest

with a bad bitch, you could call her dimest

all my shit got diamonds

yours aint worth a rock in the ground so im left smilin'

and I always be stylin

rockin 10gs in an outfit, i could buy an island

 

where you could be my slave

i think I just left you in a daze

my lyrics like a maze

decipher and you ought a be amazed

hit you in the face with the mace

cause you are a walking disgrace

blood left all up in your place

once im through with you its time to win the race

 

to the top, thats where im climbin'

easily conquered with all my sick rhymin'

you at the bottom, and I hear you whinin'

all my shit be glistening and shinin'

while yours be lookin ratchet, ahh shit do I hear you tryin?

to top my shit

back up you cant even rock my shit

#ESPADA suck my dick

little pussy better get off my dick

ill kill that bitch

if shes yours then ill really kill that bitch

leave her dead to rights, ducked off in a ditch

and I even dug that ditch

can you even hear me spit?

I said can you even hear me spit?

I think I left your mind split, down the middle, call me moses bitch