Thas a wack title But hey it's a nice drop it's a battle for this Faggot thats a missle storage and shit but i disrespected his name by pronoucing it wrong "My Weapons Like Instruments,Cuz They Make a Silo Wet"
ioono
I'm goin line for line
on this Silo Fag
So Soft He'll brake Spine
on a Brillow Pad
You Have the wackest ass Rapper
Back Your ass Up
get Mag and blast and this faggot
then Stash You back up
In the closet were came From
your father in the rain Cuz
Cuz your Mama givin brains
so HuRikanez aint dumb
I Embark to Start the shock
Of the darkest Lyrics
My Glock cocked wit one shot
That'll Have you lost In Spirits
Bet the tech'll kill yo set
Your death'll be intricatebb
My Weapons like Instruments
cuz they make a Silo Wet
No logic tryna beat me
Your Father dying Weeply
I'll Bother your Cronic Weekly
Till You drownin and the deep see
I Release The Heat Seeker
You'll Decrease hhhhhhhhhhhhto Breath Deeper
I'll have this nigga so Holy
I'd have to teach preachers
You got more lines than addidas
Mines iz a zebre
Top That Top Cat
Nines Millimeter
You Ment to Get Erased
Your Here to face the Devil
even if you went in space
you Couldnt Get on My Level
I'm winnin Simple and Quick
Gettin to spit everythang
He Couldnt Carry Kanez
If he was Cripple As shit
And of Accordin to game
Of course you B*** like us
cuz i got more pickups
than a hitchhikers
YA SITTIN IN YOUR HOUSE
playin video games
Nigga get Rid of ya chain
You aint even considered a name
Punk Bitch
You get Slumped Wit a Numb Fist
Running in his stand
Is only way they'll Bump his shit
Get ate
By a ChupaCabre
You'll couldnt see me
on a Super Doppler
My hearts Blacker than
50 cent in a tuxedo
On Sites I'm More Active
Than your Moms Libido
Be foreal or be the Kill
your a lost Soft Soul
My Bullets Like Charcoal
Cuz They'll Heat chur Grill
You cant Tell if i'm comin
if you Bribed the Weatherman
call your raps Peter Pan
Cuz your hooks Neverland
Going Slow Blow for Blow
this OvaFlow So slow your roll
You couldnt get Heads
If you Stole A Totem Pole
