everywhere i be walking they say hey whats his name
they dont know i bash em with my picture frame
leave some evidence so they see my fame
already know cuz they in my game
I'll take a broom bristle and pluck it in ya eyeball
Murderin lyrically and just laughin while you guys fall.
One of the illest to touch the rap game, you others are all some freaks,
Ill use this broom to clean my mess, and sweep your severed feet
I was there at the start wit the flare and the arsenic/
tearin your carcus apart leave you heartless/
I'm hell raw with this game that we playin/
4 bars for them frauds that been cloggin the drain/
Next Weapon: Flouride.
im distorting your mind with/
this flouride spit, till your mindless/
of course im sick, when i spit it man im more violent/
im gonna slice you up lyrically like im sword fightin/
Next weapon: a tube of glue
been in this for a long time you could say my mic's dusty
but never been a foe Ive always kept it funky like Krusty's
hair or ricky flair im no one to play or fuck with fool
I'll make you eat a bowl fulla screws with a rusty spoon
Next Weapon : Choke Pear
lyrically yall cant match me
cuz my flow so rare
when im speedin yall cant catch me
if u wana try ill break ur jaw with an old choke pear
Next Weapon: napalm
they say to keep calm, "Kill Switch its a song", instead of that gun i be packing napalm,
on a friday night or up in the mourn, the heat be so hot cuz the BBQs on,
so what, so your charred and covered in scars? i hope they cant see you stuffed under my car.
next weapon... jail spork
first writing of the day, dont h8 ;)
they say, ..."heres your comb and your cup, dont trade them off, you be fucking up"
cell block d, now go get locked up, my jail spork screamig im stabbing you up..
i want my own cell, and im really fed up, thought i told you that when you cuffed me up...
now please call my mom so that she undertands that im bloody and muddy cuz you beat me up.
lol..ok...just posted my dysfunctional rap and went to check this..not sure if its 4 bars by i know im hella blazed and everyone else was scared of the jail spork..lol...
next weapon.. shattered light bulb
so tattered, dont babble im feeling you up, your rib cage your sternum im cutting them up
so strange i know, if i am rapping 2 slow, let me know and my flow will start blowing you up
the bulb shatters in hand, im the medicine man and i medicine till you start stuttering man...
my bus tickets in hand and i sling rubber bands, ask where im headed, i tell you strange land.
Kill Switch you lil bitch get ready to get slapped with some ill spit
Like you just sucked some males dick having some cum fill your lips
You bastard you literally just rap shit pumping out your stale bits
I'm a flame thrower, these lines torch up your gay flows quick
Next Weapon: Bath Salt