oh my god, this kid i recorded with...i just went along with his flow and acted like his...parental advisory...
One person band, i love throwin it down on the mic with a write.
Story behind the song
this kid i know came over and i recorded with him, he wanted to write one so i wrote a verse to counter it
Lyrics
123 don’t fuck with me
i aint a piece of shit on the street
i’mma make you bleed
i’mma make you pleed
plead for your life
plead for the strife
the strife that’s commin to you
ya motha fuckin fool
ya fuck with this
ya fuck with the best
ya fuck with the rest
shit I’m blessed
blessed with the power to kill
verbal skill
shit with loaded bills
the bills from the hitman, the best man
ya hit ya rest again
fuck that
step back
motha fucka I act fast
faster than a cheetah on the field
bullets commin out from concieled
the bullets from my gun
bitch ya better run
its gonna hitcha rack
right in the back
back of ya head
oh shit ya dead
see this, walkin hittin you like a lyrical crisis priceless when I hit you on the mic like this
watch this
motha fucka hittin it on the street
bleedin from the neck
do you know this? Do you regret
fest as I bless my lyrical verb
absurd lyrical words
I have courage on the mic
ya know when I strike
ya know what its like
step and you might
be struck down to the compound
astounded as I pounded your girl
round the world, different area codes
different area hoes, different lyrical shows
bow down to me as I make my lead
steed? I aint got one, I got one gun
7 shots, I’m putting on my Reeboks
shots to ya brain stain in the white
turning as you might
but just listen to this
it’s a razor disk
choppin off ya head
ya dead, bleedin out red
all ya know, is ya hittin the flo
I’m wrapping you into plastic bags
labelling them with tags
mopping up the blood with rags
body oesophagus
I take your head and play soccer with it
see this, walkin hittin you like a lyrical crisis priceless when I hit you on the mic like this (2x)
I’m a natural born killa
drug dilla money steela
the steela of ya life
don’t step to me on the mic
ya know what the fuck this is like
its like the pain
the pain to kill I think its ill
so don’t fuck with me
I have the guts to make you bow down to the ground
I’m waving my gun round
real proud that yo my bitch
hah fuck this suck my dick
I’m the real mc of this shit baby back bitch
Its lickity split
real quick
quicker than Einstein
your brain is incompatible to mine
I have you, but times nine
I did the crime
I paid the time
but times not on my side
I crossed the mile
This shit is senile
the thoughts I compile
see this, walkin hittin you like a lyrical crisis priceless when I hit you on the mic like this (x2)
walkin to your house
up to your street
knockin on ya door
*knock knock*
motha fucka got my glock
*pop pop*
whatcha gonna do
you know what I’m gonna do?
i’mma leave the glock
two shots to ya face
whatcha gonna do
motha fucka your through
tha hammer cocks back
*splat*
whats that, its red
bled to death
a huge red mess
you past the test to disgress
this once again this strain
in my brain is unbelievable insane
not tame
you the one to blame
I fucked your dame
Insane once again
see this, walkin hittin you like a lyrical crisis priceless when I hit you on the mic like this (x2)
