🔥For the Hell of It The Villian #OURCREW #OMNIUNIVERSAL Oh, no, I don't spit for the hell of it, I know I'm more than relevant My common sense has been bombin' shits like you ever since I first started tellin' it And in the present tense there's more than enough evidence to prove I'm more intelligent Than you fool, you're tryin' to be elegant but you started out in a deficit Talkin' defication, often dedication isn't prevalent, and that's what I see with you Yeah, it's parchment, let me enlarge it and throw the whole sheet at you I'm spittin' raps as you collapse, my bars are in charge, just read a few I think perhaps in my raps the flow has proven the craft, indeed I do So don't speak of acumen when you're lackin' it, get vaccinated Put me on blast when you're not hackin' it? Get anihilated Lookin' past the hatred, I keep 'em fascinated Rap is sacred, how dare you hack and rape it With passive vacant bars about total bullshiit You're not worthy to stand in ya local pulpit I just stole on you again, call me the vocal culprit Anger got a hold on you again? Come on and voice it but fk your opinion The choice is yours, if I were you I'd back up a few feet Coz I'll never run from an unclever bum when my shiit is just too sweet And when you rap, we take a nap, the whole damd crew sleep Ya knuckles are bleedin' coz you drag 'em fagit, I'm too deep For your petty metaphors Most lackin' context, don't know what ya said it for Not a one complex, you're the bull, I'm the matador Why I gotta swing this red cape at this silly fagit for? Yeah, it's shiit like that, but I fight back with a sure shot, sure to make ya drop You at the bottom son, now take ya spot Mr. gangsta automatic, frenetic kinetic thymes running shot lile an athletic He's just spittin' recycled pac, make um stop I'm gettin' a headache, boy I make the dead wake You just a head case, boy, I make the fed's shake I know I got ya red faced, boy, you be just a dead weight Get back in ya place, nothin' ya have said's straight murderous intellect, reflects and leaves all of your assertive midget text,tripping, turning to shiit, im burning you pricks, like sticks, unless mr slick is your chick you cunts are in need of sum luck. i dream this shiit up, defeating titans, striking back, but a bust a type alright, hide... i might be back, cutting on life in a jordan hat. haha hat, you a gnat, turn you imto a datelime cat. i bet you like the sight of my psyche mack, sit inside these shacks with a tight gangsta track....