Wicked Disciples

So Trav and Abomb hit me up saying would you like to join Wicked Disciples I said fuck it send me a target so I can go and click this rifle Get you hung for trying to cross me like one of the disciples An atheist would understand that bar even he didn't read the Bible It was late at night in a chatroom on Voxer Send them to the Holyfield for trying to fuck with the Mike like boxers The convo was brief because I was in the back of the uber trying to let shawty grab what's in my boxers should've seen the ass and nice pair of knockers With a O in the bag extending these knicks into knickerbockers Giving heroin users that belt around their arm made from dockers She giving head with them knee highs like Bobby Soxers Holding that heavy metal on the stage but we're not rockers It ain't pinching pennies when I stretch coppers Heat wave when I swing these 2 arms like dual dopplers Peep through the windshield until they bash the glass and take ya radio true meaning of window shoppers Blood taste like nickels and smells like copper Machete like propeller blades attached to the choppers Bringing you the real definition of hip hoppers Stomp ya face on the curb he dead Always trying to stay on the flow like kirby red When the heat bake ya scalp it'll leave ya wig curly red Keeping my pockets brolic stacks look like burly bread Your family mourning at your wake like you were early out of bed It's like Nagasaki and Hiroshima When I drop a Abomb in ya nation Got to learn how to spit this fast like a glock auto or Abomination Causing a crysis and terror inside Obamas nation G stay in front of the pro tools like the symbol from Free Masons Talk shit and have ya body found in the Jamaica Bay or Mill Basin That guns power range will leave you all red like Jason I also can't forget the freestyle ability from Jon Wick aka Neo Nemesis Been here since day one like the book of Genesis Running the streets like havoc to society menaces We trying to make racks and ball and don't even know what tennis is So Wicked Disciples is my new Domain Can't hold a knife or say the alphabet without saying my name Fuck ya ex box and she can play in my station but this ain't a game Paraplegics listen to your tracks and think you're lame Bash these stars with a sledge hammers for trying to be in the walk of fame I'm a designer of a better future but you all sound the same I've created myself so who else can you really blame I'm a beast on these tracks you can't even tame Not italian but bitches stay on my salami I'm insane enough to cruise to Katie Homes with a Tommy Not afraid to commit another homi Ya'll know how I fold paper like orgami If you a mommas boy I'll bury you next to ya mommy Holding that mac and cane while you tried to run after like Mitt Romney I stay with that piece even through hunger like Ghandi