Hunting wabbits

Wake up with the urge to destroy

mcs who stand in line to challenge me

So get up early if you want to be like me

Got this monster growing in Side me

sentenced your self

To death when you awakend me

Another round another murderspree

 

Proclamstions about Twisted cannabilistics situations going across the nation Its our own demise we build the situation for our own nation and satisfsction

 

Obsessed with evil thoughs about how to execute you with These demonix spirits that possesed you to do the Things ur taught

Doing line after line Wanted for Lyrical crimes against humanity

Guess Its your vanity perplexed going back to insanity

With bars like escobar addicting like cocain

 

Born a Lyrical Menace to Société

Got 420 ways to kill a mc with My pen

hear the words you say but What the fuck Are you trying to say

a beat that knocks down these mc tweakers

 

 

Trying to keep the pace but industry turned autotune to the weakest of mc

Better learn your basic a b c who the fuck Are you mc nursery rhyme

Rapping bout pounds while saving up for a dime bag

 

 

Dont know you but we have a thing in common your dead on entry the second you stepped to me like tim dogg said non you wannabee mcs Cant Step to me

 

 

The joy of your down fall becomes My calling

Lyrical animal balstyrically knocked down with bar after bar dropper bar to teach you.

Better run never look back when u see a leprechaun in a 1 on 1

 

Pick you up to to knock u down again

Should stayed away from this Show down Its like watching Mike tySon fighting bozo the clown

 

 

Short-circuiting microphones with lyrical explosions like turette syndrome. Like ieds blowing up your speakers

we are real mcs obsessed with

 

knocking down these wannabe mcs we are passionate about real hip hop obsessed as we were demons

with a sick mind we penetrate Word by word with a love for our culture

 

Intrusions on your mind suffocated in your own words poetical but still a lyrical suicide

should have stayed away instead of trying your luck in a game you Cant play

See No one plays the game the way i play

 

Cutting so many lines im my own dj producer ghostwriter and mc

Step to me taking out Any one in one

they call me jd the og doe dead on entry