Killing (First 32 Bars)

There's so much puss it's like they suck on pimples

While I'm booking dough just like it's pumpernickel

It's artificial to say that you were pumping pistols

Collision will destroy attacking from the middle

Y'all quitting with ya boys packing fucking whistles

Can't win in the game so they become officials

An impulse to spit shit that's just forgettable

While i give pulses that's just incredible

Tied and gave the culprit an X like he's Malcolm little

It's like a tatted bitch on ink only for a status symbol

It heads back with backwards thinking and an automatic pistol

That's the type of hazard thinking that won't trash ash and residuals

Wasting life like it's your ass that's bringing your shit liberal

I'm volcanic ash as fire as burnt ass after traffic jams

This bastard's plans will blast your chance at any grasp you had

This MF brings DOOM without enacting as a masked man

 

I was brought in here in order to make the shape

instead molded the form into the greatest way

breaking flight like it's a unfolded paper plane

while y'all taste the caine and call it nature's way

On top of the fucking rooftop, spit in while they shoot shots

I hope they do not end up looking like they're tupac

Drop the news off and make sure it's not boondocks

Get your ass to move off and stay as far off as Moon Rocks

 

Now past doomsday and onto Y2K

I flew out of the womb like I was a bluejay

Kicked, pushed and rolled through like my name was Lupe

While these old ass style stealers should just get a toupee

You can't get faker anyway, even with synthetic wigs

Acting like perfectionists, when my perception is

that y'all just Romanesque and not inventing shit

Can't this pestilence be guessing who they're messing with

These bitches eat dicks like carrots to Bugs Bunny

Think they're clever when it's apparent they're unfunny

Spitting cause they're mad somebody stole their lunch money

Thinking that rap will make way for one Johnny and come scot-free

Lisping like they're Daffy Duck impersonators

Coming in with no fans rapping like they earned the haters

Then these nerds with anger get mad when they deserve the haters

They should just burn their paper and turn off their circuit breaker

Or go ahead and turn their head and stay hurt

Cause of the fist of reality hitting like a laser

 

I was brought in here in order to make the shape

instead molded the form into the greatest way

breaking flight like it's a unfolded paper plane

while y'all taste the caine and call it nature's way

On top of the fucking rooftop, spit in while they shoot shots

I hope they do not end up looking like they're tupac

Drop the news off and make sure it's not boondocks

Get your ass to move off and stay as far off as moonrocks