ILL INTENSIONZ PRODUCTION
INTRODUCING MiSta_AuTh3nTiQ
Yo when I spit my saliva has an tension of illness
Crushing yall lungs like I’ve got yall in a submission
Call me the Mr. Tylenol me taking you’re cold sickness
Telling your self your ill, kid I make sure that is fiction
couldn’t fold my chest if u punch through an chess board
Fucking with me is like you’re getting an long rest snore
If u was to born, to torn things up it must be an guys ass
SUCK MY DICK BITCH? No kid you’re the expert of that
No kid I don’t roll like that, I root for pink panthers
You’ve failed, and I’ve came with an fine answer
I’m like cancer, fuck with me and you’ll have limit of breath
When come against me u’ll receive an certificate of death
I’m Mista_auth3ntiq spitting these poisonus hazardous rhymes
Making your life shorter like an clock. sorry YOUR OUT OF TIME
In every direction I’m striking with hard flow’s with hard blowz
Putting on your knees, beg for mercy, and scream for the lord
My punches hitting you with an full gore, now your life is torn
Put devil & god, together in me and look what you’ve formed
