Im here

N10tionalMalice · 10-15-2014, 05:59 PM

Too many emcees on the mic today,
Thinkin' they can cook it up like they Bobby Flay,
When even their mama thinks that they mind is gone,
When they do it over and over like a f'kin wind up doll,
So, One think I must say, is to think before u lay it,
Cuz Im here to correct this shit, and this the only time Ima say it

Oh I dont think y'all understand, so let me clear it up,
I dont give a fuck, and my success is a must,
So you're required to stop, drop, and roll as I spit this fire,
I desire to be the best, when your desire is just tired,
Im a hired hitman to kill everything and everyone,
Get in my way and you'll get murdered with these deadly and clever puns
I put two guns up, just to clap at each other
Mother, please may I let 'em spray at these fuckin busters
Cuz Im done playin' around,
Now Ima end ur little career like a Bobby Brown
But hey, its ok errybody, cuz America's got talent
Ha, ya bout as much as Irv Gotti has on a f'kin tablet
Uh oh u thought u had it but what u have is shit,
Select all and delete, and open up a new bag of tricks,

Cuz, Too many emcees on the mic today,
Thinkin' they can cook it up like they Bobby Flay,
When even their mama thinks that they mind is gone,
When they do it over and over like a f 'kin wind up doll,
So, One think I must say, is to think before u lay it,
Cuz Im here to correct this shit, and this the only time Ima say it

Now by the end of this verse, the hearse'll be he here to get ya,
Cuz I split ya wig so quick there wasent even time for pictures,
Why u cryin' dude? U should be relieved its over,
Now Ima take yo bitch and get lucky, like a four leaf clover
Rangin' in my Rover, lookin for my next victim,
Ima pistol whip 'em with a gat, my venom is non fiction,
Is it clear to u clowns yet?
Its my time bitch, you'll be forever on deck,
I will not be disrespected, you'll get checked quick,
And rushed to the hospital, bcuz IM on my sick shit,
Welcome to my hit list, I wouldn't wanna be you,
Ima leave u split and sewed up, and u never had a clue,
Hit u like a typhoon, Im hot like a Miami summer afternoon,
You harpoon poons think u can harp with my tune,
But you'll be left hungry, like I took all your forks and spoons,
Ima rude dude on a thread, and Im nice on a mic,
I'll put u to bed without a fight, and turn out ya lights
Simplistic rhymes, with intent of the criminal nature,
So when the punchline hits ya, you'll feel like Nasty Nate just raped ya

Way Too many emcees on the mic today,
Thinkin' they can cook it up like they Bobby Flay,
When even their mama thinks that they mind is gone,
When they do it over and over like a f'kin wind up doll,
So One think I must say, is to think before u lay it,
Cuz Im here to correct this shit, and thats the last time Ima say it

10-15-2014, 05:59 PM	#1
N10tionalMalice Test me, then respect me! Join Date: Oct 2014 Posts: 12 Rep Power: 0	Im here Too many emcees on the mic today, Thinkin' they can cook it up like they Bobby Flay, When even their mama thinks that they mind is gone, When they do it over and over like a f'kin wind up doll, So, One think I must say, is to think before u lay it, Cuz Im here to correct this shit, and this the only time Ima say it Oh I dont think y'all understand, so let me clear it up, I dont give a fuck, and my success is a must, So you're required to stop, drop, and roll as I spit this fire, I desire to be the best, when your desire is just tired, Im a hired hitman to kill everything and everyone, Get in my way and you'll get murdered with these deadly and clever puns I put two guns up, just to clap at each other Mother, please may I let 'em spray at these fuckin busters Cuz Im done playin' around, Now Ima end ur little career like a Bobby Brown But hey, its ok errybody, cuz America's got talent Ha, ya bout as much as Irv Gotti has on a f'kin tablet Uh oh u thought u had it but what u have is shit, Select all and delete, and open up a new bag of tricks, Cuz, Too many emcees on the mic today, Thinkin' they can cook it up like they Bobby Flay, When even their mama thinks that they mind is gone, When they do it over and over like a f 'kin wind up doll, So, One think I must say, is to think before u lay it, Cuz Im here to correct this shit, and this the only time Ima say it Now by the end of this verse, the hearse'll be he here to get ya, Cuz I split ya wig so quick there wasent even time for pictures, Why u cryin' dude? U should be relieved its over, Now Ima take yo bitch and get lucky, like a four leaf clover Rangin' in my Rover, lookin for my next victim, Ima pistol whip 'em with a gat, my venom is non fiction, Is it clear to u clowns yet? Its my time bitch, you'll be forever on deck, I will not be disrespected, you'll get checked quick, And rushed to the hospital, bcuz IM on my sick shit, Welcome to my hit list, I wouldn't wanna be you, Ima leave u split and sewed up, and u never had a clue, Hit u like a typhoon, Im hot like a Miami summer afternoon, You harpoon poons think u can harp with my tune, But you'll be left hungry, like I took all your forks and spoons, Ima rude dude on a thread, and Im nice on a mic, I'll put u to bed without a fight, and turn out ya lights Simplistic rhymes, with intent of the criminal nature, So when the punchline hits ya, you'll feel like Nasty Nate just raped ya Way Too many emcees on the mic today, Thinkin' they can cook it up like they Bobby Flay, When even their mama thinks that they mind is gone, When they do it over and over like a f'kin wind up doll, So One think I must say, is to think before u lay it, Cuz Im here to correct this shit, and thats the last time Ima say it __________________ Ya I feel some type a way