Saturday, January 13, 2018

you cant mess with me
 im gonna bite on this ecstasy
 that i call the microphone
when i feel the rest with this beat
 i rest with beasts, so welcome to the den
as i bark on this beef
 like whats up whats happening
 got fucks? then rap again..
ill let you know its wraps,
with facts, as you passing man
im blasting vents,
 toxic with the fumes infound in plastic bags
and im not talking about meth or crak im talking bout that mary jane so pass again
hanging out with the hazards
 found in haz mats
in gas masks,
 known to blow shit up like

get off your ass man!!!!

 and all you have to do is
 fucking ask me
and ill blast packs,
 like a fact or ray
you can call me smoke stacks,
 just approach with caution
cause im radio active,
 chaos im attracting
discord is trapping,
 with that cordination that known to pass macs
smacking,
 i back it with that pack
 that stands out like a gang of wolfs
in a city of hogs or pigs, so lets begin
knock knock knock
 and ill let myself in
season your loins with that hair straight of your lips bitch
and im not talking about the ones you balm with chapstick
yea, understand im that sick
 to the point you would consider my raps
 savage
or rachet,
 tomahawk mothat fucka throwing them hatchets,
coming out so hard you would consider to pack quick
no cannons,
just that bag of grass just to hear this geek rapping
i know you understand that man
 so come back the the den
like what the fuck is happening
hearing this nerd rap again
no voice
 just words,
 in the form of verse
simplistic and understand thats what rap is
i say it with satisfaction
 with these verses that spit out like a malfuntioning fax machine

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