Untitled Freestyle

Talk shit about me and you know I'll know

Come and wrap my hands around your bitch ass throat

Feel your trachea break, this shit is so dope

This high is better than any weed I ever smoked

It beats even the finest of Peruvian coke

And don't you think that my murderous ass will choke

Cause I'm the type of nigga to kill a kid in their sleep

Feeling the moment of heat, strangle him with his sheet

And maybe send a couple tweets while I'm still on my feet

It takes a lot of guts to end the life of a man

Staring straight into his eyes, stab him with my own hands

I mean damn, does it get any harder than that?

You can fuck the body but I think that that's kinda wack

Of course some of you niggas will try to give me the flak

Sayin that I shouldn't even be thinkin like that

But I got a jacket for that, it's where I keep all my smack

Relaxin like the mack while you attack, taken aback

But if you make a move I'll put you on the rack

 

Sometimes I wonder what it's like to feel normal

I wonder what it's like to have morals

Cause I'm informal immortal and forceful

Like the technique, only a bit more cordial