Insanic

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Uhh, ready to kill it, I step and attack
Too ill with the flows, medical wrap
MC's want to front, get sent to the back
No one applaud, ya'll beggin' on the weapon to clap
Stay sick and I could sever the track
While you be on a brand new level of wack
I'm at the factory and not for the cheesecake
Tryna get a buzz similar to what the bees make
I keep winnin', I beat your weak rhythm
I'm heat seekin', they diggin' it deep like freak women
I smash hits, maybe my raps lift
I'm skinny, but steadily leaving the tracks ripped
The brain's sick, packing insane wits
Givin'em Ex Lax for knowing they ain't shit
Your main bitch, she be hopin' to be pleasant
I be tearing up the box, like I'm openin' a present
Make some way for me, pave the way for me
I make the competiton easy my spot stays with me
I don't trust vegan insults, friendly or it may be beef
Snakes falling out my circle like some fucking baby teeth
I'm not snapping i'm rapping you slacking bastards
You wack acting with the wrong faction talking backwards
I say some shit you get hung on you just some spider food
Heat in my jeans I keep it hot like that dryer do
I'm gifting change like I just bugged the shit outta bob ross
I'm spitting flames like I just chugged a fifth of hot sauce
My bars crazy like I was tamed in the wild
I'm out this bitch like I don't want to raise a child

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Jito
Member since November 5 2015

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