Wicked rhymes

when i think of lyrics, it's like i do the crossword

tryna touch your spirit but you end up getting slaughtered

going way to hard that's my thing you've been offered

to the lord above you've been altered

killed in such unholy ways a holly man would die-

just from seeing you get conquered-

i bet that shit'd be awkward

when it comes to rap only thing i know is hard work

livin at the bottom so the only way is upwards

you don't wanna step to me that doesn't make you cowards

you can still escape but, it's the eleventh hour

only got an hour until i reach full power

morph into a monster then turn you into chowder

after every rapper the chewing's getting louder

drinkin all your beats safe to say the game's devoured

spit you with my rhymes cuz you tasted kinda sour

 

lemme switch the rhyme scheme

hope you ain't gon die B

switching up the flow, bro, doin it so nicely

puffin on the spliff when i'm low got the high gene

lookin for some piece i've been tryna keep my mind clean

when i'm by myself all alone that's a nice scene

man i love the night scene-

my head is like a crime scene

seen a lot of dirt i ain't never had my eyes clean

 

this is what i do

killin every track, every beat, every noob

i'm not playing games really hate it when i lose

tryna spit my pain finna make some major moves

i'm not even kidding tho

al these other rappers rapping really fucking silly tho

thinking they the billy goat

living in his shadow for so long they're barely visible

when i rap and step up to the mic i fell invincibale

just cuz you got schooled don't go running to the principle

i stick to my principles love using lots of syllables

you can hurt or scar me but brother i'm unkillable-

he killed you with the killshot even though he shot your legs

sharp with the excuses you should sharpen up your pen-

if you come back again there's a eulogy the next day-

em's gona tell you when

i'm not tryna diss you so i rise up to fame

but because i'm hyped and wanna get up in the game-

got my getup for' i came never letup when i spray-

lift your head up when i say put it down then go pray-

i don't come for your throat

i know your felling soar cuz your seeing how i soar-

on the mic like a sword it's the weapon that i chose-

but i'm telling you, you don't wanna rock the fucking boat

rap is everything to me this ain't no fucking joke

who want's some fucking smoke?

bitch i got the lighter we can toke or we can go