Lyrics

Cut off my head two more will resurface you can’t get rid of me cause I have a purpose burning up these words like I am a furnace got fangs like a serpent dang nabit it’s a bad habit every time I spit it’s like a semiautomatic I’m going rabid I think I caught a disease the symptoms include rapping till you fall to your knees so ima keep going with this rap that I’m cooking like I’m in kitchen so you better eat what I’m given yeah you better eat what I’m dishing cause you do not see my vision yall do not see my mission so this venom I’m spitin is just one percent of what I’ve got written and if I showed you more you would go into cardiac and have a heart attack I am a lyrical acrobat every word I say is now a lyrical artifact your about to see a kid hippity hoppity and climb to the topity and take the crown of my generations hiphop monopoly