Red Mic (unfinished)

I don't need any gasoline to set the mic aflame

I'm not jesus but it seems that I have hydroplaned

I've just skeeted up in your mic and froze your ice cold veins

Y'all got so many dicks in your mouth they melt like microwaves

 

Shots blast in your face like they're just popped off tec nines

I don't gotta touch base for your bod to be red wine

It's a tense time for y'all to pen rhymes

I always get twice the yolk in my egg whites

 

These French Fries breath's dry and they should get Stride

or five, then try to kill a cat with ten lives

Church bell rings, time to repent lies

Can't screw me, I only get fucked for a sex drive

 

Next lesson, the best test is the one where you get tested

The one that grates on your mind till you've been shredded

Get the cheddar and the dough and get out of the hectic

If not, you got no leverage, headed to death is where you're destined

 

Uhh, You better have some damn lightning in your veins

Cause you're gonna be running fighting for your fame

The grip on the papers will be tightening in your brain

Cause in the real world, no gifts are right in the cellophane

 

It's dependent on the cash that you have to make

In order to get your bad bitches instead of masturbate

Just make sure your dick is covered, have it lacerate

Cause if you're pure, you both might have an aftertaste

 

I hit half your flock of birds with my one stone

And knock the shit out of others, No V's to uphold

It was lost in translation, I made your species unknown

Your chances are headed south so you best come home

 

I'll send your ass into eternal damnation

When I'm on the mic they call it verbal castration

I'm flying over while y'all faggots turn to land racing

Y'all trapped in a box while I create imagination

 

I'm an avid word bender, I'm just my own Avatar

Earth wind and fire, but I got rhymes in my Abbatoir

Y'all boys ride on dicks cause you can't handle bars

Y'all fishes snicker, but eaten like candy bars or caviar

 

Y'all are past salty, now you're sandy cheeks

all these motherfuckers act like you have these streets

When a listen on SC is what you demand these peeps

While I'm on cloud nine and you boys are at my feet

The dastardly mic attacker dressed non raggedy

While my slice tactic are put together tactfully

Fuck the earth my mic isn't pulled down by gravity

It floats above y'all while I use it masterfully