VEGAN FREESTYLE SESSIONS #1 (Pt. 3)
LIT killah
VEGAN FREESTYLE SESSIONS #1 (Pt. 3)
So damn high, also a real piece of shit, you gotta depend on my thirst
Doesn't matter what you say, 'cause later these wannabe rappers
Are gonna understand what needs to be done, no
I don’t have it, can’t control it either, I just say that all these
Rappers can’t get close, man, son of a bitch, I’m
One of the few who can’t say that today, I’m gonna
Send them packing, 'cause they don’t know who I am, the best every time
That I can kill them again and like this
I say it how I want, but I’m sharp
To all the crooked rappers, I tell them that in reality I
Liquefy them, don’t have a blender, just the locomotive
I have everything I want, bro, check it out, for me, I
Win when I rhyme all the time, but these rappers wanna
Go to hell, they’re gonna suck my whole dick
They tell me it’s the truth, but for me, I’m in the darkness
I’m in the darkness, I broke his leg, son of a bitch, never celebrates
I’m just gonna tell him I’m gonna kill him like a damn snake
These kids celebrate everything they want, but in reality
They don’t have half of what I got in skill
And I have what I want, but it’s a shame that these kids can’t hurt me
They just come to hit, but can’t get close to the league
Sons of bitches, I’m on top, and these idiots aren’t in the league
I’m just gonna tell them to keep going, 'cause they can’t get close, my nigga
I have what I want, but for me, I shoot these dumbasses
They act tough, but they can’t, 'cause they know I’ll beat them down
Like I want when I hit them with a punch, check it out, I’m a fighter
They want tea, I give them Virginia
And I’m not a virgin, just pretending, these kids don’t pretend
I’m just gonna say that every time I rhyme triple
I can modulate, I can rap, check it out for me
These fools know they’re looking at the bar, looking at the bar, I’m not the one, I just tell them slaves
Everything I want, but you can’t, you’re a slave, I got all this flow
I’ll finish you off, motherfucker, I’ll nail you
Like Jesus Christ, some nails
Jesus Christ in sight doesn’t leave me
I just come with flow to tell you that the moral
To learn is from the kid who doesn’t sell out and can fulfill the dream
With everything he already intends
The stream is on, the motherfucking Twitch, these kids are so on
The line like Lilo and Stitch
Why did I say that?
I don’t know, but I know I got lost in the process
I always hit hard when I come, you bastard
Son of a bitch on the microphone
These rappers know I’m
The best at improvisation
Even though I’m rusty and haven’t rapped in a while
Everyone knows very well that the motherfucking little commands
Ok, I can throw it in twos, threes
In fours, you rookie can’t see it
I can send you to hell
Just by saying that
Ok, ok, ok, boom boom boom
These kids always come in, blup, blup, blup
Don’t act tough, 'cause your sister says blup blup blup
When she chokes on the ugliest dick I’ve seen