Crazy with the mike, scary like a dyke, been thuggin since i was a tyke
Shoot ya six times before you hit the light
I'm ready to fight, never take flight, I shoot on sight
I'll even take a bite, out of your ****in ear, no fear
Crazy like a mother****er i don't steer
Clear of danger, in fact I paid ya
To make an attempt on my life
I love strife, love combat, love battle
Hunt these b1tches down like a wolf chasin cattle
Snitches get stitches, b1tches get d1ck
And my audience get's sick
Cos my lyrics are so ill they contagious
my flow is outrageous
You'll find my likeness in cages
I grew more ****ed up in stages
Prone to flying into mad rages
Straight out of A.C.T, no ones outpacing me
**** replacing me
I spit the illest, the craziest, the wickedest ****
When your ears hear my flows they feel like a b1itches clit
Getting pleasured, my lyricism cannot be measured
My flow should be treasured
I came up with this on the spot, and wrote it down. Do you think it is any good?
Talk **** get hit, you won’t believe how ill leave ya
Split ya head open with a meat cleaver
Make ya wish ya parents never conceived ya
You act all hard
But you about as hard as Justin bieber
Unbelievea-Bul the bull**** you talk
The reason you talk, is cause you cant walk the walk
Gouge ya eyes out with a ****in fork
And the alligator I send, the teeth wont be corked
Fill ya with lead, leave ya dead
Blood on the bedspread
Don’t’ give a ****, about the ***** ass feds
Talk to police, got no place on the streets
Leave ya dead, bleedin at my seat
Mother****ers talk ****, bout how they gonna unseat me
Defeat me
Unlikely, crikey!, I grab ya like steve Irwin grab the crocodile
Tie ya to the car, drag you for a quarter mile
Cut ya up let you bleed for a while
ill is my style
sick is my flow
see the police come
we be like “ready set go”
*****es talk **** I be like “suck my dick hoe”
see the boys I be like “Yo”
im the wickedest
you wish you could be as sick as this
I make ****s laugh like, chris rock
But that don’t mean, I wont bust the glock
talk about chickens
man i got a flock
Potential...
Using "Crikey" was corny tho
Not sure what your delivery would be like, but generally i would suggest tightening up your flow a bit, unless u got that slower delivery. which means stringing more multis... spit lost all momentum towards the end.. u ran outta creative gas seems to me
Not sure what your delivery would be like, but generally i would suggest tightening up your flow a bit, unless u got that slower delivery. which means stringing more multis... spit lost all momentum towards the end.. u ran outta creative gas seems to me
Crazy with the mike, scary like a dyke, been thuggin since i was a tyke
Shoot ya six times before you hit the light
I'm ready to fight, never take flight, I shoot on sight
I'll even take a bite, out of your ****in ear, no fear
Crazy like a mother****er i don't steer
Clear of danger, in fact I paid ya
To make an attempt on my life
I love strife, love combat, love battle
Hunt these b1tches down like a wolf chasin cattle
Snitches get stitches, b1tches get d1ck
And my audience get's sick
Cos my lyrics are so ill they contagious
my flow is outrageous
thug flippin through bible pages
You'll find my likeness in cages
I grew more ****ed up in stages
Prone to flying into mad rages
Straight out of A.C.T, no ones outpacing me
**** replacing me
I spit the illest, the craziest, the wickedest ****
When your ears hear my flows they feel like a b1itches clit
Getting pleasured, my lyricism cannot be measured
My flow should be treasured
They call me the deer
so you know i'm a queer
so hand me my beer
cuz i live on a peer
ma boy ronaldo
ill suck for a buck
maybe with some luck
i'll fuck him
no **** like a slow mo
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