Golden Shower

Rappers on the track like they fraid of the mic
Fraid to find rhymes so they rhyme rhyme with rhyme
My mind have its own mind
That's why I design lines like am
Programmed to go ham
Wrote this with no hands
Cause I say focused
The scope caught you open
Unworthy opponents
Your shit you don't own it
Run over you rodents
Then give my condolence
Am zonin
In and outta life
You aint fucking with me not even in another life
And with another knife I might end another life
I get energized enter into the enterprise
Shine the light
Watch how a nigga do this shit with ease
Bitch please
Lotta these rappers got bitch appeal
Which mean
Lotta these rappers suck dick in heels
I take a pick (Pic) at these rappers how the megapixel be?
Say cheese, with this fine quality
You can see deep in a nigga full of agony and misery
Wizardry, bombarding the beat like a busy bee
Want a piece of me
But I be bitter like some chicory
With the trickery
If they tryna trigger me
Smoke em like its hickory
And blow them into smithereens
V like vendetta, vagina and victory
In this epidemic I be spittin anithisthemine
What you mean?
That I get rid of the parasites
And I point you on the proper path to paradise
Beware of lies
Cause they wear a disguise
Am one a the kind that be polluting the paradigm
Am a rebel from the underground
And I aint saying that I be waving the gun around
That don't mean go run ya mouth
Run em out
Then you wonder bout what this nigga bout
Till I hit you in the mouth
Then you finally figured out
What?

That I aint no game
I am a lion from zion
I am for the stars like orion
Am writing away
All of the pain that they left me with
I rob your breath after you get a jet lee kick
One of the best in this
All of my time I invest in this
Am a special kid
Putting put what deception is
With couple messages
Shift shape
Dry humping on your corpse till my dick chafed
Bitch getting shit faced
How much dick can you take till you fucking hip break
Stick a switch blade in yo rib cage just my wick-ed ways (Ey)
I don't mean to cause any controversy
But come to think of it cunt you kinda curvy
To nervous and kinda nerdy
With the kinda words that I will do ya dirty
Bitch you heard meh (Heh)
I don't play with this rap shit
Body yo career than I stash it in the mattress
My beast mode active
It get cold when am rapping you wack bitch better put on some chapstick
For them dick sucking lips that you love to flex
I rap for a check this is love till death
I get weed mix it with some tea I make it stretch
Yes finess to invest in the skill I posses
Never let up
Am getting fed up
With these niggas and their simple bars
Bitch am bout to get em
Embed em in the beat
Better with the letters then you'll ever be
Ama kind killer carry your corpse to the cemetery
Yous a millipede ama centipede
Independent you aint getting not one cent from me
I be coming fa every rapper in this industry
Whether you a man or a feminine
I have no sympathy



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Groza
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