sporadic rap addict
yeah that's right beat so damn tight let's go and fight its kill on sight yo i bled on the track just stating the facts it won't be the same Lames in the game damn it's a shame as i sit here wit no fear cage like a bear coming out slashing teeth nashing yeah it's happening guns ratattattin leave your blood splatin all i hear is guns clappin you need a miracle or emergency vehicle shot like that one beetle left you to die so leathal nobody cry lyrical homicide one life to live ready to ride with tears in her eyes ask why we die try to grasp reality another love song tragedy obviously not a fan of me you better take heed as she begins to bleed allover the mic spit shined with spite first in the fight ko say good night my flow so damn tight masked up feeling alright beat through your headphone get a chill to the bone silence on the microphone his straight to the dome he's so at home cleaning the mic eat the meat of the bone he's sitting on his throne just got beats to kick fuck like rabbits fire flame i spit firing straight from the hip this shit is so sick that i can spit so deliberate eat a dick leave ya whole body in fits just come at me it's so elementary bodied with this beat masked up zombie can't fuck with me i run these streets hot on the beats need a freak in the sheets beat of the breaks of that little pink peach murder you on this beat switch back killed the track Frank o Mack is back ready to attack brains blown out with out a doubt i didn't do it for clout or money or rep gave hip hop a hip check so ready to flex my minds so perplexed spit this verse like a hex in a funk like a flex to all the rest this is a test hope you wearing a vest it don't stop Semtex I'm so murderous i killed this verse get a casket and heerse like I'm snatching ya purse in the shadows i lurk till one day your murked putting in the work rap game got it's perks with a mask and a gun right to number one just have some fun passing on the run masked up zombie I'm dead and gone the beat it can't go wrong been in so long high like Cheech and Chong taking rips from the bong guess you were wrong i just killed this song
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yeah that's right beat so damn tight let's go and fight its kill on sight yo i bled on the track just stating the facts it won't be the same Lames in the game damn it's a shame as i sit here wit no fear cage like a bear coming out slashing teeth nashing yeah it's happening guns ratattattin leave your blood splatin all i hear is guns clappin you need a miracle or emergency vehicle shot like that one beetle left you to die so leathal nobody cry lyrical homicide one life to live ready to ride with tears in her eyes ask why we die try to grasp reality another love song tragedy obviously not a fan of me you better take heed as she begins to bleed allover the mic spit shined with spite first in the fight ko say good night my flow so damn tight masked up feeling alright beat through your headphone get a chill to the bone silence on the microphone his straight to the dome he's so at home cleaning the mic eat the meat of the bone he's sitting on his throne just got beats to kick fuck like rabbits fire flame i spit firing straight from the hip this shit is so sick that i can spit so deliberate eat a dick leave ya whole body in fits just come at me it's so elementary bodied with this beat masked up zombie can't fuck with me i run these streets hot on the beats need a freak in the sheets beat of the breaks of that little pink peach murder you on this beat switch back killed the track Frank o Mack is back ready to attack brains blown out with out a doubt i didn't do it for clout or money or rep gave hip hop a hip check so ready to flex my minds so perplexed spit this verse like a hex in a funk like a flex to all the rest this is a test hope you wearing a vest it don't stop Semtex I'm so murderous i killed this verse get a casket and heerse like I'm snatching ya purse in the shadows i lurk till one day your murked putting in the work rap game got it's perks with a mask and a gun right to number one just have some fun passing on the run masked up zombie I'm dead and gone the beat it can't go wrong been in so long high like Cheech and Chong taking rips from the bong guess you were wrong i just killed this song
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