trigga, s man, dta...now peep this ish

1 wicket nikka

Missiles written in each scripture rippen heads of children killin residential participants, precipitant spit inject the recommended receptionist/
present prestigious persistent vocals hittin the innocent, it seems that threats get vets pet like infants assistin in abrupt noise, deduct points for hidden destructive scud toys deployed toward the stuck up boys/
Annoying sounds annihilate faggots randomly, handing me props when stopping the pounding momentarily/
hesitant inspiration acquires fire hidden deep secretly, secreting DNA through rap, rapidly stacking jacked bodies surpassing wrath towards the extent of massive knees/
Attacking with velocity upon the jock with galactic speed, radioactive transcripts tranquilize transferring of total death/
vocals left it through causing a choking mess, provoking war mocking more idiots against ill emcee/
multitude of multiple magmas magnitude might milk the beef, hid guilt beneath the quilt ya sleep in when you in a deep trance of grief/
my hands just sweep any damsel dangling for peace, the angle of increased chances pertaining winning, is spinning out of reach/ you kidding when you preach right…I mean you dueling a ruling king, brewing new things from his two sleeves/
Proving the blooming of accumulating cruel deeds, of truth through new seeds, blooming doom with toxicated fumes/
Soon to presume tombs in a short period, fought periodically towards spirits of figments of imaginations, blasting the warts multiplying/
Frying cats in half the time it takes to make back eat a pancake that’s hand made, leave you dudes bruised with no Band-Aids/ Ya mans gay cuz he smiles after his planed fate was planted and given to him, having this vet sweat more than a pet Richard Simmons/
a victim criticism, undefined mind contaminated though chaotic cultures of the vultures puncturing the lings of the punks smothered in colors/
lovers of each other covered up through the word “brother”, words hitting nerves getting under peoples skin like blubber/
smother ya mother with the blood of this thugs after being beating with a club, cut up and through into a fueled gutter/
mutter a stutter and ya witness the same finesse death, flesh burned off the top layer of ya chest till ya rib cage is exposed/
leaving ya soul unprotected as well as ya neck bone, leave ya spine redirected with and unexpected twist, crush each bones in ya dome when I explode leaving you erode with a twitch/
blades come at ya face till ya shaved and bleeding, proceeding with the process till ya cut up in fifty fragments/
standing broken like twigs, lift the pigmentation from the skin of ya corrupted structure of your formation, then dig a ditch and bury you with the insects/
obsessed with an evil twitch of my freewill, this allows me to kill ya like beast will, feast on ya flesh and meat till ya dead and beat/
drill holes in ya skull the size of pills in ya throat till ya gaspin, corrupt ya cardiac system and leave you a scarred back from my sharp raps/
directed my aim towards ya legs with some dark wrath, shooting darts at ya heart till it rips apart into burnt park ash/
leave ya parked @zz there after I mutilate ya mutant figure, sticken my finger up while ya being butchered ya bum/
leave ya body numb erasing you of two thumbs, the truth is you useless like 2 kids that chew gum/
ya new tongues gon be dead after peeping a long spread of knowledge, causing pain and agony to collage on ya death bed next to ya wet flesh/
the best yet is kept unsaid…hidden inside deep and quiet, unleashing this feverish riot ironical seen through only kinetic optics of the cleanest fiends irises/
prior to provable beliefs of freestyles that over came my worst writtenf since I was a child starting from scratch, paring to match me is a death sentence, easily increasing completion of my darkest fission of tension inserted in the spirit of one wicket nikka

LOL@ya eyes must be strained and ya head gotta hurt