iight here i go....

nigga take cover this crackills about ta take over!!!!!!!!

i’m straight rippin you cat; you ‘copy’ so much shit we could call you ‘xerox’//
door opens as you hear knocks, ring yah body full of clear shots before you could even get near glocks//
it’s a fact, i come with ten times the fire of burning buildings, while you rock a small match and a skinnier flame//
compact n shatter yah linear frame, you couldn’t fukn ‘control’ me in my own ‘video game’//
it’s a fact, im wasting time keying this verse, visibly detect who was ripped worse//
standing still, let me just spit terse, long story short, i made yah molecules disperse//
~change of style~
yo, first of, i dont rip with tired-spits, and second i wired-this iron-bitch to a bomb and blew you up with five-clips//
maybe i'm blessed-with-rhymes, but im the type equipped with shit next-to-titanium-knives//
you're callin the police and cryin-for-help, havin you on life support, buyin-your-health//
for denyin-your-wealth, and battlin me and tryin-yourself, cause im like the lava that came to make your desired "iron-to-melt"//
cause this faggot dont know the right kind of rhymes to be designin-himself//


iight uppin 4 votes