Spit thread

Lets go *****es

I metamorphasize
Before your eyes
I will rise
Above the lies
Swatting you like little flies
Immortal Technique
With flow like Wayne
Thats me *****
I am insane
I don't conform
I just reform
In any form
I am the storm
Like katrina and you're the N.O
Your time his come ***** K.O.

 

none of these nikkus can spit though lawl

Sittin' outside, southside, high from haters, I can't see 'em
They've been too cold on my heat, call 'em Ob-si-dian.
Let the metal burn up
I'm on that purple stuff call it sippin' turnip.
Whenever these nikkas turn up, I'll turn 'em down.
Have 'em stand back up...and sit 'em back down.
Whether it's relation between these haters I compensate on the worries that might give me a fortune today or later
Having to diverse my aspects leaving my buddies with tazers and playin' with lasers
but that's if we didn't have gunpowder, lay on there faces, faceless
fateless and however they made it.
Now I'm tired of flow rather bring back the sprayer
Leave you headless, rid of your hype like decaffeinated
on the royce call it decapitated
Got the Willhelm
Yes, that means maybach
I bring may back like roses 8 stacks
to them nikkas foolin around you know april never came back.

sucked ass but w.e