Guess Who
• Written by WCR
//Verse 1\\
They got me goin, psycho,
They livin' life like a typo,
talked alot of shit till kickin it to my flow,
You can try but you wont break my stride so,
you wont say a fucking word once i let this mic go,
Your strides like a blind mans stroll,
you Lack a sack of balls so now i can control your soul,
will you ever learn from your mistakes,
fuckin' with me knowin' the kinda evil that awaits,
at hells gate every one of you fakes break,
Let it be known once you accept your fate
You cant blood a stone but you can blood a snake,
You think your real till you meet the realest,
So now Celine you ugly fat bitch,
How does it feel to be on my shit list?,
still insist on talkin shit like it was witnessed?,
I could talk you into killin yourself so your just about finished,
//Verse 2\\
An untouchable spectacle, yes you can call me the greatest,
Lets face it my worst hits can rape your A-Lists,
So ill laugh ya out the door like i do to jehovas witness,
Its business so witness the illest to ever do it,
had a few falls but your boy got through it,
so if you got the balls to brawl motherfucker make it ruthless,
cause ill break your leg and leave ya lying there toothless,
Your clueless girl wont know what to do,
Ill help her see the light cause i can fight and fuck better than you,
You know im right because its just been proven,
Your delusional if you think your goin' beat me,
I Lived my life in a silence and born with no guidance,
Only ever thought and talked about violence,
when i heard the sirens i be dippin down back roads,
hoods up, Mask on, clips in, ready to unload,
Exposing my foes these hoes froze awaitin' my death blow,
but i wont explode ill slow down and turn it to death row,
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WCR
Member since April 9 2017