Buffalo Bill
• Written by CSL • Featuring Crispy2025
He wanna fuck with a gun but handle this caliber
Something like a animal pussy you ain’t a cannibal
Lecture em like Hannibal, show em all how I handle you
King but I’m tyrannical, my gun won’t jam when I aim at you
Flashing lights, show you what them cannons do
Headshots every line, show you what them cameras do
No trailer but these clips stacked ain’t making previews
Freestyle off the top I can still beat you
I ain’t riding with X Factor, where’d you get that shit
I go ozzy, go bat shit, got plenty of questions need asking
I ain’t fuck with that crew but you assume everyone’s against you
Had some beef with Gen but if he hates you I guess we can slide too
If an enemy of my enemy, reaches out and befriends me
Is it greed, is it envy, you fucked up going against me
Crispy getting chicken fried, beef arise, check if my heat is right
Bask him and fry him, you shoulda never picked this fight
Stepping to me is like, throwing stones in your glass house
One bad toss and gonna have to watch me crash out
Fuck it enough with flowing, it’s time for me to start going in
When I seek an opponent, I’m creeping, keep my pen loaded
Try and rebuttal my shit, you just copy and pasting then clicking
A lethal weapon, I will flip every thing you have written
Told you this shit will get worse now I’m preparing the hearse
Ask coin what? He was gushing over my verse
Don’t compare me to nobody, it’s clear you ain’t got no bodies
I separate soul from body, now you just dearly departed
I can do this for hours, give me the space I’m causing meteor showers
Planetary destruction, our first meeting went sour
You tripping over the power, give your circuits a jump start
I’m punching holes in you digitally, treating you like a punched card
Leave you in an unrecognizable state, treating this pussy like Gaza
Pray to your god, I’ll have you singing your praises like Alhamdulillah
Told this bitch I’d muzzle him, genesis, I’m the Nephilim
Gadaffi, put these shells in him, show everyone what becomes of him
Thinking you the King Of Hamilton, well Aaron burr just came to help
You bout to die after sending shots, history repeats itself
Nina sing, no Simone, I put a spell on you on this one September Day
There will be strange fruit hanging when I kill this faggot and place him on display
Crispy been trying to beat me, how come he barely be diss me feel like he tryna dodge me
Mama told me don’t play with your food after you fry it cause crispy can end up being soggy
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CSL
Member since August 4 2014