Familiar

you are not familiar with the familiar breaking a ciggerate like it's a tibia smoking that oozy shit like I'm amphibious I'm in the cut making a gazzilion malitia's killing like lich and I'm killing the living like a climate activist killing the lichen I'm hitting a spliff and I'm flicking my bic ignition it hit the tip of the ciggerate my lungs are as black as the pot calls the kettle If he talking snot then I hop on the pedal and settle in a bush near his house and I'm gripping the metal I dibble and dabble in shit that put you in coma you don't know the half, not even a quarter My eye is always on an opp like it sauron I blow up on any opp like a hwasong-17 Have 18 massive m-16's on my lap like I'm a walmart santa g get a barreta, a-10 and a b-52 arsenal size, there isn't a singular bigger dude on this earth and the ones that do go missing first steppin on my turf, you get a sulfur burn anti-tank missile in hand It blow 2 times like it sperm 22 permanent scars like a greater-bird of paradise I hop out of the time paradime with a pair or rhymes a flair some explosive gas, glass and screws it's terror time make his face glitch out, error signs showing blow him to fragments he stagnant static semi-automatic on my hip fully loaded clip and mag git the drum and hit him fast shit out his intestines, liver float in the river deliver him to the ripper godzilla bod in a broad villa attila with frostbitten fingers I are a killa gattling in pistol in my grip I slip the clip into the blic The hammer slam the prime r.i.p bullet turn his head to coroline eyes missing, skull shatter like porceline his jaw more defined, mortified jawline turn to dust and he flatline blood splatter in the sky looking like the bat sign