This track's for the people that doubt me, this sh*** is pure lyrical skill.
rap
horrorcore
illness
craziness
psychotic
dirty raps
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Story behind the song
People talkin' shit about how they're the tightest MC out there, not that I am, but ya'll know I give the competetion a hard time. ;)
Lyrics
Chorus x2:
Can't you see, can't you see I got this on lockdown
Can't you see, can't you see I own this spot now
You wanna battle-wit'-this?/
I'll grab-ya-then-twist/
Leave you in the back-with-ya-wrist slashed-it-ta-shit/
You the faggot graspin'-the-clip/
I leave you backwards-'n-flipped smashed inwards-wit'-fists//
I be that ice-cold-murdera/
That's twice-now-you-heard-it-huh/
Knock out ya lights-pal-it's-obserd-fuck how I bring shit right-down-in-a-church-'n-bust//
Yeah it's the psychotic burb-spraya/
Dictionary got mad at me 'cuz I'ma word-playa//
Hittin' homynems, synenyms, anthenems an' all'a-thems/
The bombest-man with a Glock armed-at-hand/
Hitcha heart hard-as-I-can/
Blood departed as I started-the-van/
You fuckin' wit' me is like tryna catch a shark-in-a-can//
Believe-ya-worthless/
Urgently surrounded by the Secret-Service/
Watch me beat-this-perv-bitch/
Leave-'im-wordless//
I'm takin' this rap game and shovin' it towards a higher-position/
People dyin'-ta-listen when I'm strikin'-my-lips-'n beatin' all the people that be bitin'-or-dissin'/
Stripin'-the-vision whether or not they like-my-precision/
You marks can't see shit with yo' eyes-in-the-kitchen fryin'-'n-sizzlin'/
You dyin'-envision me knifin'-ya-bitches//
Jus' so you know I got this rap shit in the track-locked/
That's all bitch, forfeit or catch a back-drop//
Chorus x2:
Can't you see, can't you see I got this on lockdown
Can't you see, can't you see I own this spot now
You call-it-flawless the way you droppin'-nonsense/
Listen to yo' raps, even my cock-can-top-this/
Gonna fuck around an' get dropped-'n-bombed-quick as I hog-this-hommage//
You flee-'n-get-hurt/
Me-'n-Bizurk eatcha-for-desert/
Leave ya bleedin'-on-ya-shirt/
Deceased creapin'-for-the-worse/
Bitch rest in peace-in-the-hearse//
Slug-spilla gon'-kill-ya until-the blood-stops/
Hit the dirt, call it a mud-clot//
Know we don't fuck around-at-all/
Surround-the-mall to the ground-ya-fall/
Pound-ya-jaw, you really wasn't down-ta-brawl//
Acid blasta smack 'n slash ya go 'head take-a-trip/
You ain't talkin' shit but blood when my fist breaks-ya-lip/
Maybe-it's crazy-shit but I'll still kill ya baby-quick//
I'm more Ruthless than Eazy-E back-in-the-day/
Attackin' the trash-in-the-way/
Macs flashin' 'n blastin'-ya-straight/
That's what you get for clashin'-wit'-weight//
Heavy hitta wig splitta you get snuffed-too/
Walk up in the church fast an' scream "Fuck-you!"//
Know you hos-get-robbed quicker than Homeless-Bob/
Oh-shit-God can't even hold-this-off or even notice I rolled-it-haaa//
I barely seem to break a sweat when I rock-the-mic/
Got a cabinet with ya skull locked-inside/
Fuck this shit, let's all-get-high before the cops-get-sly//
Chorus x2:
Can't you see, can't you see I got this on lockdown
Can't you see, can't you see I own this spot now