How to Bleed a Mic 4
This is how to bleed a microphone
I'm coming with the coup de grâce
If niggas got a death wish
My microphone's a shooting star
Stereo six
Chale you bitches know who we are
Yeah you got a couple whips, couple kicks
Got a couple chicks
But you still got stupid bars
Bitch
Make your favorite rapper come and prove he's hard
Chale you'll be scarred
It's home invasion with my uzi bars
Bloody scenes
He go dey on red carpet but he nobe movie star
Niggas is fake
I'm not leavin' 'em parcels (none)
Niggas is snakes
And they be speakin' in Parsel (tongue)
But that's cool
You gon' need a nurse, fool
Put you in a hearse too
You dier wait for the verse two
This just be the first move
We go see who be the worst dude
I'm a happening omen
You think your rapping is GOATed?
Bitch I spit venom
Welcome to the darkness
Inside of me
Like Eddie Brock and it's growin'
It's locked and it's loaded
Gun bars, cock and unload it
Fuck it, I'm goin' nuts
Let's get it rockin' and rollin'
Bitch, I'm the bomb
Run for cover 'cause this chap is explodin'
It's rap and it's coded
Landed in my lap when I wrote it
Your lyrics is a crime, I'll prove it
Your niggas no get the balls so fine, I'll do it
Them all dey your fuckin' back like spinal fluids
Y'all pussy like some vaginal fluids
As I walk over the corpses
The tremble in your voices
The old king's dead and I have come to reign
Mmm
You've got nowhere to run
You've got nowhere to hide
I've been biding my time
Now I'll take what is mine
Yeah
Chale I'm that dick about to fuck the game up
If you're married to it
This be Corbett versus Corbett
The game dier ebe my whore
Bet you rappers see peace
Me, I see war a fucking marine corps vet
Cold blooded to the core
Vet me chale
Let's see chale
Something's in the water and RBD's a corvette
Takin' care of ya dawgs with ammo
I'm a hardcore vet
Only quittin' when I cop a corvette
If I call Berch, you go see souls dey flutter by
You go see bro's a guttersnipe
Sekof Kidd go do you dirty
Fuck your bread up
Yeah, your butt'll fly
You want bet?
That cat a pillar o' strength
This rap a killer
The game dey lack a thriller
Black Attila
Every rapper still on the fence, in two minds
But I live rent free in both
That's the filler chale
Even if you hate the squatter, still I no rent
No trapper iller
R.B.D. be fire
I go rap until I go quench
Enobe fair
Bitch you know say this bloody flow be rare
Ebe like you dey preg
So beware
I'll be a menace to every rapper
If you dey your prime, I go make you step down
Like Tony Blair
Rude is back chale and I trust him
To rule the land
So cut the jazz
Bro you ain't Ryan Gosling
We energized
Ovmar dey terorrize
If you hate, you anti Muslim
Haha
You think this is a game
Don't you?
Well, I've got news for you
We'll make it rain
Blood on the mic
As I walk over the corpses
The tremble in your voices
The old king's dead and I have come to reign
Mmm
You've got nowhere to run
You've got nowhere to hide
I've been biding my time
Now I'll take what is mine
Yeah
Go go go go go go
Keep runnin' homie
Go go go go go go
We on the trail
I'm coming with the coup de grâce
If niggas got a death wish
My microphone's a shooting star
Stereo six
Chale you bitches know who we are
Yeah you got a couple whips, couple kicks
Got a couple chicks
But you still got stupid bars
Bitch
Make your favorite rapper come and prove he's hard
Chale you'll be scarred
It's home invasion with my uzi bars
Bloody scenes
He go dey on red carpet but he nobe movie star
Niggas is fake
I'm not leavin' 'em parcels (none)
Niggas is snakes
And they be speakin' in Parsel (tongue)
But that's cool
You gon' need a nurse, fool
Put you in a hearse too
You dier wait for the verse two
This just be the first move
We go see who be the worst dude
I'm a happening omen
You think your rapping is GOATed?
Bitch I spit venom
Welcome to the darkness
Inside of me
Like Eddie Brock and it's growin'
It's locked and it's loaded
Gun bars, cock and unload it
Fuck it, I'm goin' nuts
Let's get it rockin' and rollin'
Bitch, I'm the bomb
Run for cover 'cause this chap is explodin'
It's rap and it's coded
Landed in my lap when I wrote it
Your lyrics is a crime, I'll prove it
Your niggas no get the balls so fine, I'll do it
Them all dey your fuckin' back like spinal fluids
Y'all pussy like some vaginal fluids
As I walk over the corpses
The tremble in your voices
The old king's dead and I have come to reign
Mmm
You've got nowhere to run
You've got nowhere to hide
I've been biding my time
Now I'll take what is mine
Yeah
Chale I'm that dick about to fuck the game up
If you're married to it
This be Corbett versus Corbett
The game dier ebe my whore
Bet you rappers see peace
Me, I see war a fucking marine corps vet
Cold blooded to the core
Vet me chale
Let's see chale
Something's in the water and RBD's a corvette
Takin' care of ya dawgs with ammo
I'm a hardcore vet
Only quittin' when I cop a corvette
If I call Berch, you go see souls dey flutter by
You go see bro's a guttersnipe
Sekof Kidd go do you dirty
Fuck your bread up
Yeah, your butt'll fly
You want bet?
That cat a pillar o' strength
This rap a killer
The game dey lack a thriller
Black Attila
Every rapper still on the fence, in two minds
But I live rent free in both
That's the filler chale
Even if you hate the squatter, still I no rent
No trapper iller
R.B.D. be fire
I go rap until I go quench
Enobe fair
Bitch you know say this bloody flow be rare
Ebe like you dey preg
So beware
I'll be a menace to every rapper
If you dey your prime, I go make you step down
Like Tony Blair
Rude is back chale and I trust him
To rule the land
So cut the jazz
Bro you ain't Ryan Gosling
We energized
Ovmar dey terorrize
If you hate, you anti Muslim
Haha
You think this is a game
Don't you?
Well, I've got news for you
We'll make it rain
Blood on the mic
As I walk over the corpses
The tremble in your voices
The old king's dead and I have come to reign
Mmm
You've got nowhere to run
You've got nowhere to hide
I've been biding my time
Now I'll take what is mine
Yeah
Go go go go go go
Keep runnin' homie
Go go go go go go
We on the trail
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