Marvellous Moosalini

3 years ago

Its time to load up the strap and clap back at these wack fake niggaz on a track what i rap is a fact selling sacks moving packs i wanna see them racks im trying to fix a mill but for now i just wanna snack untill my pockets fat when i spit it fast like a mac lyrically attack counting stackz in the trap dressed in all black my flow is dope like crack music tunrnt to the max dripping like hot wax in your ear drum you cant feel me cause your body num from the base make me wanna black out its not a game bullets hitting like falling rain they must of thought that i was a lame until i came with a gang ready to bang my name in they vain like cocain blowing up like some flammable propane higher then soul plane bring it back like rogain cause im in my zone on the microphone and i did this track on a app on my iphone. im finna split em like a blunt fill it with the killa weed swisha sweet give me what i need i wanna feel the energy smoke till my eyes bleed triggers sqeezed at my enemies stinging like a swarm of killer bees making it hard to breath chest pounding like a heart attack falling to my knees bitch pease