iron smack

wys the aftermath of destruction just me wit the fucctuon was the after math of my busting just u leaking of the concussion acting like I had the best flows str8 from the west cost rime till I got the strep throat mighty heavens with the best bolts of lightning striking ur best quotes.... before these cats rap with me they need ah bullet proof vest on bombing disposal e.o.d suite with ur best bots slice my metallic lines and I bleed freezing cold nitro gliserin ses pots foze u stiff and now u can get ur rest on Im blowing Mc out the frame left u praying to the lord in vein to get ur bless on ud be prasing the lord in person with ur best songs messenger of the timless..I'm inligtened by the glory of God christ disciple insightful residels with ah 40 calabber rifle next to my side though maried to my shit like ah bridal scooe u like ah night owl.. .iron horse is the killer crocodile snaching mcs when they least expected it i stay flowing like the nile dismiss the thief on the cross when Jesus christ rezorected the krylons aposer catch torn smiles and left infected were i left um like some lepers hydro shocked in the wilderness thermobaric weapons spot u like some leperds bog of eternal stinch like it was unpleasant.I stay taken there tidels ..how can ur heart pump with out ur life force if i dont inject it.when i scorch..I stand triangler to ur styles on top of each other like the golden try force directed disected insects insected infect the infected inject the injected my intelect u respect it bitch thought u were safe kid nah u were never protected from the covid swip my ID as i chop u into sections diluted ur impressions were stolen droped my aggression 4 i am agressive infuriating ur section slugs crack ur sculptures leaveing u into ah pile of dusty as saramick pots for ur ass to invest sheol is were ur destoned im hot as the sun with the mic scorch shoving lyrics down ur throuts with the mic force pain In my legs from kicking tracks with the lights off when ur preforming befor the croud.iron horse will.turn ur mics off im tired of listening to ur bull shit.ur mics soft my..spray can thoughys is old school like dusty rusty ass krylons.in the garage coxkroaches crawl then crash.gamma rays and optic blast,s tactics with out my glasses I can't control the blast like cyclops..when I drop skills like ah math professor in this class I'm props the rest of yall get crumbled up in the trash when my mic rock its the juggah not walking through wall or julk smash why do i still do this at my age it's for the love of poetry not money its the real and how I feel the street life ain't nothing funny..dummy and life aint no game lane.we've got darker days before it's sunny people out here dieing drug addicts wat u applying I'm drug addicted to riminng ull catch an over dose to wt I'm applying..Gill latino style raps . because I keep them heads flying im off the map...like the red lining..get ur bed rocked when the leds flying ..off the gat ....and it's like that yo....