[ill nik-A]

If u good with weapons. Then Im bad with the iron lettin the damn heat blow
u can try to play hero but the hammer gotta mind of it’s own. No Thor, nigga, thats Magneto
u lack talent but luckily my shotgun sprays masterpieces; splatter ya brain inta bits
art is in ur blood... yea, smeared all over the wall... u’d swear a toddler painted that shit
u’d sell urself to a trick, they do u dirty & u stomach the hell they give. I put shells to ribs
Fire at the softest part in ur body... now ya heart gotta burn tums can’t help u with
I used to be rowdy as a kid but I grew up & silenced the cheeky ploys
unlike ur edit button I’m sneaky, boy... don’t make a sound when I squeeze... it’s like I put a hole in a squeaky toy
Fuck feelings faggot u a disappointment in today’s NBL. I got no chill I’m hell
Heard u were depressed... I mean ya record is 4-5... if u’re gonna turn it around it’s only to kill urself