Open Mic: freestyke abstract fuck you

No matta how sick my spit can get ya still gunna talk shit
Excremant spewin out ya mouth sick fucks even lick ya
lips when done all ya got is bullshit on on ya tongue tip
like a hoe givin dome lil kid dramatics make ya cum quick
only hatin cuz ya threatened like my vocal cords were lethal
weapons i aint bruce willis this aint no theatrical sett-in'
Aint no movie production hallow tipped vocab adlibs blastin
at ya off the top of my head aint fiction its realistic happ-n-iins'
that im reiterating here for ya buncha bafoons by the thou'
Swarming locust plague of groupies who neva culd get on
the tour bus. That all ya are to us or i guess ill say me In
LA kaos been ridin ssolo latley shit dont phase me you ain't
the pigs tryna chase and taze me electric voltage in my tone
of voice ya body torchhed im torchin like flame to a gallon ah'
Kare-a-scene im an inferno blazin a bitch whos a bit to brazen
that just my approach when decidin which way to daze ya
stunned and then bellie up like a rolie polie stuffed full a cum
like a canoli this flow im unrolling got me wantin to bust a nut
out my mouth and on to ya face ok basically i just wanna hawk a
loogie at ya facial space show ya where you stand the level of
respect im giving are you kidding me ya as big of a joke to me
as i am to you think ya the one with the last laugh but theres a final
two. ou doont respect me the feeling is mutual killen ya the dumpin
Ya body off in omaha shredin this shit like my mouth was a chainsaw

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