replied to bloddshed(x2) and wordperfect...

this is a track I wrote a few days ago...not really meant for text but u can still appreciate the multis...it's a fast spittin song and actually stays on beat the entire time...I think it's pretty dope personally but iono if u can appreciate it through text...

(hook)
click to the brain got glocks cocked shot
hit in the brain got glocks cocked shot
gettin insane got glocks cocked shot
in the rain is how pac got shot

shit to the siccest, rippin you bitches//
with these incisions, hittin the switches//
fuckin murder murder stab you in the neck//
never heard or heard of me and my set//
so come correct, bitch don't front//
cuz I'm hungry enough to get ya lunch//
hit those punks with heavy arteliary//
sayin that u crunk but a legend you'll never be//

(hook)
click to the brain got glocks cocked shot
hit in the brain got glocks cocked shot
gettin insane got glocks cocked shot
in the rain is how pac got shot

hittin offendin em with wisidom aim//
gettin the riches with visions to maime//
clickin n vicious so I'm rippin ya fame//
shittin on bitches if u expect me to change I'm gettin a name!!!

shoot me profusely or noose me abuse me//
corrupt n fucked like a pam anderson movie//
move me absolutely u loosely associated hoe//
with an impaled inlongated tounge I expect u to go//
right to hell, don't collect the cash n don't pass go//
and keep in mind if u try u still won't asshole//
fuckas like castro, no votes even from ya biggest fan//
u on my shitlist man I'll get em against u on tha witness stand

(hook)
click to the brain got glocks cocked shot
hit in the brain got glocks cocked shot
gettin insane got glocks cocked shot
in the rain is how pac got shot

my guns bust in nun's cunts//
none of us will run, n fuck//
I'll smack u n battle ya//
with tha soul caliba quick to break ya clavical//
does it matta ya dead up outa ya bed//
ya head n skull dismantled shattered n red//

DOG SHIT, that's what I say about hoes like you//
the chosen few in a hopeless crew w/ an explosive fuse//
I'm chokin you, lasso lynch hangin n ropin you//
open you, until ya broke in two, rollin up n smokin you//
u run into killas that poke fun at you//
a gun blast through ya cranium n son that's true//
u think you the one to ruin fun?//
u'd have a better chance against a bazooka w/ a two inch gun//
u gotta lotta lip but u ain't got the gum so don't chew it son//
face it, ya whole set, family, and fuckin crew is done!!!

(hook)
click to the brain got glocks cocked shot
hit in the brain got glocks cocked shot
gettin insane got glocks cocked shot
in the rain is how pac got shot