Savagely Attack
I'm sickly, flow quarantined by the cdc
Heads nod, pressure on your neck like a ddt
Beat street remo, spittin on your name
Rhymes travel under ground like it's written on a train
My position in the game top dog, rock hard
Fuck with everybody in your hood just not y'all
Basic, live broadcast from the er
We are talk of the town without the pr
Savagely attack this rap master craftsman
Pack em in twisted on the floor like a backspin
After him, y'all will have to deal with the son on deck
One of the best that hasn't done it yet
Killer b, choppin up the track like a dealer be
Professor x couldn't test my ability
I cave the motherfucking roof like heavy snow
Act like I told ya before, y'all already know
Savagely attack, savagely attack
Savagely attack, savagely attack
Es raps, I wrote this in a gs lex
To get that 90's vibe
My melody, high and low fidelity darts
My whole team, 7 dirty like when jeopardy starts
I can't call it unless we call my style diabolic
I'm a writeaholic, I drink ink till I vomit
I think I'm catatonic, in sync all these rappers wanted
I'm a czar of the czar bars, cut you like a schimitar
Wichita state, x men I'll execute you,
You a dead man, god willing
I'm not villain getting top billing, with my squad chillin
Blood on the tracks like bob dylan, die like a mob killin
We already know the ropes
We be steppin over ropes
It's andre the giant looking down at you local folks
Okie dokie, motorized vocals, yeah I practice
Raise on a tape the same color as galacturs
Look out, attack like a nigga on bath salts
Eat his face off, leave his body on ashpalt
Rampant, run throuh your town on attack mode
Savagely leave em broomsticked in the asshole
Cobra clutch, throw a mask on and go in, go in
I'm a terror, a new era
Walk around with 2 bats like I'm yougi bear
Rocking robes, it's a trench
...will have you ducking under the bench
The stench of dead bodies, thoughts of the mutilation
Brign you closer to god in a tight situation
Or thrown in the back of the truck, a sanitation
I'm ruthless, my technique is chinese torture
No iv's hanging out your veing to support you
Everybody's talking about how the ghost caught you
Have a 5 year old kill your ass for a quarter
Heads nod, pressure on your neck like a ddt
Beat street remo, spittin on your name
Rhymes travel under ground like it's written on a train
My position in the game top dog, rock hard
Fuck with everybody in your hood just not y'all
Basic, live broadcast from the er
We are talk of the town without the pr
Savagely attack this rap master craftsman
Pack em in twisted on the floor like a backspin
After him, y'all will have to deal with the son on deck
One of the best that hasn't done it yet
Killer b, choppin up the track like a dealer be
Professor x couldn't test my ability
I cave the motherfucking roof like heavy snow
Act like I told ya before, y'all already know
Savagely attack, savagely attack
Savagely attack, savagely attack
Es raps, I wrote this in a gs lex
To get that 90's vibe
My melody, high and low fidelity darts
My whole team, 7 dirty like when jeopardy starts
I can't call it unless we call my style diabolic
I'm a writeaholic, I drink ink till I vomit
I think I'm catatonic, in sync all these rappers wanted
I'm a czar of the czar bars, cut you like a schimitar
Wichita state, x men I'll execute you,
You a dead man, god willing
I'm not villain getting top billing, with my squad chillin
Blood on the tracks like bob dylan, die like a mob killin
We already know the ropes
We be steppin over ropes
It's andre the giant looking down at you local folks
Okie dokie, motorized vocals, yeah I practice
Raise on a tape the same color as galacturs
Look out, attack like a nigga on bath salts
Eat his face off, leave his body on ashpalt
Rampant, run throuh your town on attack mode
Savagely leave em broomsticked in the asshole
Cobra clutch, throw a mask on and go in, go in
I'm a terror, a new era
Walk around with 2 bats like I'm yougi bear
Rocking robes, it's a trench
...will have you ducking under the bench
The stench of dead bodies, thoughts of the mutilation
Brign you closer to god in a tight situation
Or thrown in the back of the truck, a sanitation
I'm ruthless, my technique is chinese torture
No iv's hanging out your veing to support you
Everybody's talking about how the ghost caught you
Have a 5 year old kill your ass for a quarter
Credits
Writer(s): Dennis D Coles, Seamus Ryan, George Andrinopoulos, Jason Richard Hunter
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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