Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing Ta F ...
• Written by HotShitSpitter
I flow sweet and sour like lemonade
Beat gon' get devoured, I'm gon' put you in your place
If rap was a race, I'd finish first
The blood on my face is a proof I'm spitting words
That damage and explode like bullets in a cannon
Wild out with the next flow, I always be slamming
My opponent's head into the concrete
My lyrics are hot lead, they are the most heat
My pencil is burning everytime I be writing
They heads, they be turning 'way from me, I'm frightening
I'm feeling like Wu-Tang, can't be F'in with me
I be getting that cream, I be stepping on G's
A soldier, assault ya, the cash can't fold up
Won't falter, I blow ya, my fingers swole up
They swole up from gripping the pen too often
From writing shit that put you in a coffin
Death penalty, you get killed with one sentence
Messing with me, you gon' get left senseless
Tremendous wave coming at you if you bother me
Lyrically giving you a lobotomy
I'm versatile, I got too many flows
My verse and style, gon' be tearing clothes
Off you with lyrics, call it lyrical strip
I am a winner, know you ain't finna do shit
Y'all better hear it, this is pinnacle shit
Killing fake killers, but still a few live
Look in the mirror, I'm seeing a beast
My raps are a beauty, keep being in heat
I hit your shit with a uppercut
Leave you backwards, a song? I'll cut her up
One of my styles gon' pull a knife out of nowhere
You know I'm wilding for life, it's never over
I be snapping on tracks and stacking those racks
You be capping your ass off, I'll snap you in half
I'm a real addict, but not to illmatic
Shockwave from my raps just go and kill average
It's a still habit, I'll make you feel magic
My lyrics thrill, tragic events, happen
When I get to writing on a piece of paper
Leave the hater in a cheese grater
Feel greater than anyone that's ever lived
I fade ya, you ain't able to write better shit
Your face turn green just like peppermint
My pleasure from rapping, you can't measure it
You ain't biting my shit, spit it straight like a hyphen
I'm hype and excited, when I see your life end
I been studying this hip hop, bitch
Ain't nobody seen this hot shit
Blood pumping, I'll slap you like you Chris Rock, stick
To nobody, have you jumping like them Kriss Kross kids
I'm someone you surely wanna link up with
If you don't want to, I'll think of things
That exterminate, make you a renegade
Let me set it straight, hear my music? Let it play
'Cause it's a banger, I'm an amazer
I spray ya with crazed up shit, causing danger
Exploding, geyser, I be floating in the sky
If a phony call me, I ain't going to reply
I'm the creator of the Matrix
I see a hater, he end up in my basement
The epitomy of a solid rapper
If I just happen to fall, get back up
All I do is eat, sleep, drink and write
If you think you better, you ain't thinking right
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HotShitSpitter
Member since November 13 2022