Vicious

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These Bars will make you bleed out like Austin Mecalf
I got your sister catching a cab, straight to my meth lab
I’m Vicious like a Pit that’s only been taught to kill shit
I don’t need kill kit, these hands fully like a switch
Murder, Murder, Kill, Kill chilling in the killing fields
You can’t fuck with trill, I’ll knock the charcoal outta ya grill
Rip the barcode off the back of ya neck, if you lack respect
I bet you never cashed a check, your ass ain’t never flexed
Your just wearing dirty Vans, inside of ya moms dirty Van
Look at the ceiling and you only have one dirty fan
I’ll be at the airport with a bomb when it’s your turn to land
Drift out to sea and you won’t be able to return to land
Burn the plan and do anything to gain the upper hand
I’m at the last supper with a chopper in my hand
The coppers don’t stand a chance when I stand my ground
I love smoking weed around ancient Indian burial mounds
I crush rappers like coffee grounds, real man don’t make my coffee brown
I’ll make your mom creamer and change her whole demeanor
She can’t focus on you because now she prays to my wiener
This codiene doesn’t make me leaner, NBA 2K legend in the theater
I keep a HEATER like polar bears in Planet Zoo, you’ll need more than Planet Fitness
I’ll chase you all over this planet until i eliminate the last witness
Terminator nothing left but shattered glass in the kitchen
Nobody’s left to pass the description of this savage villian
Damn near at a million victims I’m competing with Nazi Germany
I’m a big dog the opps are like germs and fleas a sperm disease
Murder sprees and whoppers from Burger King spurns my peace
Urns with souls begging to be released I keep them on a tight lease
Your style is out of style like being a hypebeast
Air Force ones my energy is that of a pair of black Nikes
Me and your wifey chilling on the beach in Florida eating ICEE,’s
She said she was a Pisces as she ate my dick nightly in the nighties that you bought
I just be rapping locker room talk, I played basketball but I didn’t walk
The whole time your bitch was around me she didn’t talk. I only saw the top of her head like I’m a hawk
That bitch was going up and down like a tomahawk

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GK_TRILL
Member since October 14 2018

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