Mantis

You can tell by my face I got no fear Up against these mumbling rappers Do you even go here? So wierd Maybe I should lend some bars Cause oh dear No steer Trying to swerve on me Bitch you in low gear So we're, never bothering With dodging them No sponsoring, Or fostering Your words are numb as lozenges From all that bitch you swallowing All laced with empty promises You wasting minty oxygen I spit like 50 moccasins then lift my team we droppin in From sky high, but why try, Falling fast from high above and still dont smell no fucking blood This aint your childrens scouting club I'm dropiing bombs on all you duds I'm shaking ground around your buzz I'm fucking hard you making love mmm And I aint even rock a glove But if you wanna f*ck the game then you can ask her when I'm done shit If you aint plastered whats the fun But let me put you in the ground fore I pour out the last of rum So I swap that flow till im off pass go And I lost my dome Now I hopscotch bones In my hotboxed home It's a top notch zone And my stop watch on So the clock tocks on And I've got very little patience competitions always claiming here I come then they dont make it And every coffin prepped is vacant but i still got so much room for extra corpses in the basement And I can almost fucking taste it But these rappers couldnt see me if they tripled up on lasik There ain't shit I'm ever chasing All you tag alongs are basic racing other second rated pacers crave participaton placement trophies for there latest vacant casing for displaying every wasted effort taken Saving No scraps for the vultures you handle heat like an ulcer Your team solid as a boulder Then call me a fucking sculptor I turn your ace to a snake Cause im a fucking controller Zero to 100 aint I told you im bipolar Man all I ever hear is how I'm just so damn insensitive but you know good and well who left me harmless and defenseless Then I sharpend every gentle end or roudned edge or nimble limb and I came back with calous skin as thick and tough as venison so Don't expect the nice chick In a white slip With her eyes lit Trying to ride dick I'm a preying mantis and i really wanna bite shit Give me something with a fight bitch Like it high risk Yeah and you gon like it Till I tight grip and I slice in with my nice lips and you cant breathe so you die quick And I might grin That's a spoiler for anyone thats behind gotta faster mind f*ck your mommas I go after mine like its end of days and the pastor lied, aint a shit i gave when i crashed your ride or i cut you down or i trashed your pride cause i loved you loud and you passed my time but im colder now and my daggers dry and my hands are out and its bout to dive You can try and shout cause I doubt I'll mind Better mask your doubt cause I'm bout to slide And its gliding down till I pacify and My thoughts start coming clearer It'd be crueler if I left you to live with whose in the mirror So i choose the colder fate cause you dont deserve my love but you ain't good enough to hate And that goes for anyone You thought this song was for your ass but you the last im apt to stunt