Mixed By Mad Max abd JR. Mad respect my homeys. this is some big L typa sh***. 3 verses of lyrical assasination. this is no bullsh***ing, this is real spitting.
Just me letting out my words and thats all you need to know. Most my tracks have a deep meaning to it cause hip hop has lost it's beauty and i'm trying my best
Elisha Cuthbert and Happyface Killer motherfucker!
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I dont like to be in a band cause I ain't into that whole backstreet boy shit. I dont like being in a crew and faking friendship with a bunch of people you end up talking shit about anyways. Sure I rap tracks with my boys but i'll never start a rap crew. That aint me and i was made to rap alone but when i see the right MC, I am up for a Collab. I work a lot with JR, clevelands Finest, B leave, Cryptic Wisdom etc..
Lyrics
when im stepping in the booth,i'm telling you the truth
with pride on my side, dont give a hell about the loot
rest of yall say u make chedder cause you cute
in reality, we know none of you fellas gonna shoot
yall motherfuckers talk, never cock a glock
you not tupac, stop saying you walk the block
you never walk the walk, never chop a rock,
on the stage, yall would choke just like papadok
take a hike or fight your life tonight
take a knife, strike your wife for iron mike
its dynomite how blow up in the studio
feel coked up like johny in the movie blow
dont make me take your wife n start making a kid
dont make me take a knife n start breaking a rib
im always pissed n breaking all the rules
call me a bus driver, im taking you to school
This is how im living it, i dont really give a shit, you can lick my dick
lick quick i nut in you're eyball n youll look like slick rick
im sick with the heat, what u spitting is weak
yall kids, imma eat when im ripping the beat
dont give a shit about beef, just wanna meet
n put the clip to your cheek, that shit will be sweet
im legendary, you aint even best of the weak
you find me scary so you wetting your sheets
got the weaponary n i aim at you snitches
n when you laying on the floor dead, im taking all your riches
getting naked with you're bitches, im a son of a bitch
bunnin a spliff as im making fun of you kid
i dont make fun cause you dont make a buck
its cause the chronics boubanic n im baked as fuck
im crusing toronto, spark a marlboro
n i feel at home when im walking scarborough
got the shotty and a mack, im like gotti on the track
drive by a cop station with your body in the back
my rhymes will attack you, take you n bash you
take you n smash you and make you a statue
i demand, never ask you, so do what you asked to
do or when im passing through, ill be catching you
i dont give a fuck, put a gat to you jaw
im attacking your ma, dissataching her bra
my tactic is raw, crack your back n you crawl
n get murdered with the burner in the back of the mall
the mothafucking kind whos puffing on a dime
n when im clutching ona nie, mothafuckas gonna die
when i find some grass, i smile n blast
stay silent man because your style is ass
walk on the floor of my block n its's war
yo im y you're mom got another lock for the door
so sit down, take a second, wonder how im wreking
realize im happyface killer, underground legend
