RapVerse.com Community - GaT oBsESsIoN 3sTyLE

not much 2 say...i was thinkin doin a song but still wantin pointers...just a 3style sayin "dont fuck with ka$$!"

"ThE Ka$$tration!" lol
(shit aint proof read......)

Its like Kassiono-was a needed necessity for this earth,
Born a KiLLaH-as if my momma died during my birth.
Only thing that matters-is my girl child and two gats,
Never busted throwback hats, 16 years of bustin a bald head and skulls caps.
I plant the seed for rap-but for some reason they call me the sun,
Too hot to get close to, cocky on the street-and get cocky with my gun.
Relentless dentist, brace ya mouth with nine bullets,
Force feed you ya blood, so ya body lives to the fullest.
Fuck your race I’ll slit ya throat and make you all look like red-necks,
Rhymes fuck you hardcore-while your soft shit is like bed-sex.
Call me the coke bottle, shake me and ill bust my cap,
No one steps to me-like white bitches shakin their ass-ya cant clap.
Ka$$ makin you fools start doin numbers 2’s-as if ya nines-aint-workin,
Sickening flows when merkin-makes you throth at mouth and spine-start-jerkin.
You can run your mouth-but I suggest you run with it,
Coz we’ll drive by at 90 blasting-in our Bentleys with the windows tinted.
My aim is mean, coz I shoot at ya crutch,
Its like I ripped out ya nerves, coz this shit ya cant touch.
Ya fall to me naturally. Like gravity,
Spit bull, math is fact-so I feed some nines for your cavities.
Run over crips in my car-to show everyone what I think of Hoods and Crips,
If im holding two empty gatz, then ya head must be holding the clips.
Aint no gangster coz I only kill those who crossed the line,
If ya cant find ya bullets then how bout you GET LOST with mine.
Coz in my mind I find piece when I got my weapons,
And ill put you muthafuckers thru hell with me-before ya go to heaven.
Ya just edible beef-ima a lobster, no one tryin to waste this,
Ya 2 faced-tell me which mouth the shit come from…tell ya what ill leave ya faceless (rippppppp)
You talking about my girl-then look whats in my left palm,
I shud work for good Samaritans-coz before ya even panic my bullets make ya heart calm.
And if ya talking bout my child-then check out my right hand,
Scared of my gatz-well look whos holdin “ooh shit….” Yeh you right man!
(KiLLaH Kicks da boy in da nuts lol)
i surprised my lungs aint got tumors-the way I be smoking,
never play with a full deck-coz im heartless and aint never joking.(hearts and jokers)
I aint a anti religion hoodlum-a muslim or Christian either,
But I do make you holy, n clap 6 times as much more than yu-so they call me sheeva.(Hindu god)
So if ya want ya heart to beat, feet left on the street, keep discreet-FUCK IT “bang bang!”