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Every time I grab the pen you're scared I'll speak to your sins These dope lines can rock the mic if I can I stir it right I'm cooking with precision nigga thats a scary sight I got a plate for malnutrition you niggas ain't eating right I f*ck a beat with no rubbers on and a open mic So you'll be getting screwed from these verses verse us there hearses Ride Into the darkness where they won't find you I'll hide you quietly But these bars will leave em clues to let em know I caught a body Blood in my eyes for this homicide I see death coming I'll rip your heart out your chest and hold it while its still pumping Then ill diss you it's beat man you don't want this heat I'm in the kitchen cooking with recipes as I prep defeat And y'all gonna meet for the lies you spewing out your mouth But f*ck that imma grab you then gut you you see them spilling out A maniac but my brainiac is what you marvel from I'll find out where he at then grab the strap and let bullets cum Pause That's metaphorically speaking I'm not a criminal Nah f*ck that I'm a student of killers murder off principal With syllables it's typical how these riddles paint visuals Look as good as a centerfold centers fold when I crush your soul See I'm your death wish You fail when you test this Mental that embodies mentalities in reality Sicker with my analogies All the niggas that doubted me Kombat with these fatalities Spit fire to burn my calories Yah With my back corner I'll spray all till y'all fall make you niggas meet the coroner Then run you niggas over with my drive I'm taking over And taking orders too I'm serving beef and these leftovers Shit And a nigga rose from nothing I'm throwing up enlighten flows that's something you can't stomach Egh I know I'm sick with it And my dogs are with me too if I say sick they with it Let's get it I'm just trying to make this rap shit work But some nights man I swear to God this rap shit hurt But I keep going just trying to get my rap shit heard Shooting my shot hoping I don't get my rap shit curved I'm honest Sometimes this life fucks with my logic But Adrienne tell me to keep going I swear that girls a prophet So imma keep on going until I make that girl some profit And I be damned if I let my twisted mental stop it Nigga Imma keep going and flowing and honing and zoning until this fucking beat stop I'm going hard on instrumentals let that beat rock