05-19-2020, 09:19 PM | #1 |
DMS—Diddled My Stick
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Vs Kami and Vic (Victory Lapse, VL)
Not in any particular order of concepts
Murdered Pro and Karlos, simple targets for a homi./ And now Vic and Kami? Victims/ Simple metaphysics—This ‘material’ will be the ‘essence of a body’/ Ducked down by VL’s place with the shells to bust./ Brady...He’ll see the saints when the twelve’a buck./ Then we’ll pull on Kam’s shit and flash the nine./ We shooting for sport outside his crib like in Taxi Driver./ So Lapse’a be fried and Kam dumped ‘cause the beam./ Both praying for a Deus ex machina—Then they’ll see God from a machine./ Anyone who test my heat’ll end. They’a die for certain./ Who want it? To anyone on Kami’s side the iron curtains./ The spark’a see ‘em./ Sharp with beams. Of their lives the glock’a free ‘em./ Make the most of ya time, ya pulses ceasin’ today (siezin’ da day) like Carpe Diem./ Yan said, ‘let’s do a team battle, we’ll make ourselves ‘2 bodies.’/ I said ‘pick a low opponent.’, He said ‘Vic is helpin’ Kami.’/ Their ‘bars’ hold ‘no weight’. You think Kam and Victory lit?/ We got a ton’a ‘rounds’ for the ‘stick’. It’s ‘big, what we lift.’/ I’ll find this group and start spraying first./ Then this shit Ora et labora—y’all better hope that prayin’ work./ Every tick of a watch is a clip from glock./ Aim n shoot; Bangers boom whether they yell for help or not./ Times up. Two sticks pointed at the top—ITS TWELVE O’CLOCK./ A dual at high noon. The shooters fry you./ There’ll be no cap on the kids—a Lutheran high school./ Don’t put dough on them being heavy, with the bars tight./ You’ll have to pay coming with Vic, betting on that Dawg’s fight./ |
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