lyrical Jedi practice

The stoners been the best since we started Are you retarded man we the hardest Souls departed when i bang on my targets I have skills you couldnt harness Watch me turn carnage to a carcass This rap artist don't do poems that jobs my father's Are yas Filled with electric like chargers Or lagers maybe dick from ya partners I'm on point like markers Al take ya parkers in the dark I spark yas Your all dying like martyrs For starters I take out the market Al leave you heartless if you start shit Hard spit KingCroe got the yard lit Banging bitches hard on the carpet Ah shit beef I Finish and start it Smart kid will diminish the target Charted still killin this half wit Red eye not Jedi im Darth spliff All they do is sniff cock and arse kiss hit em with the harshest fire like an arsonist Bars enriched with uranium Im aimin em for your cranium So hard like titanium they say it's alien They're really dumb that's facts king Croe fill wraps Spill tracks kill twats still axe Ill prats Pill packs a punch chillax ya cunt tell dax to come till colabs are done Carnage tracks are dumb left hand is scum I think there eachothers bum chum If ya see the gun run ive come undone Spun some stun some get em all pissed like drunk rum Make ya hun cum a fountain Till she drowning then I'm dismounting Fist now in her cunt after pounding Clearly on bitches or beats I'm astounding Lyric stacks like a mountain but who's countin My crews loungin smilin not frownin Wiling not clownin surviving your doubtin fuck yous (that's) what Im shoutin Out and about in the town that I'm found in Crowned in I'm soundin sick still surroundin pricks hounding chicks with bouncing tits