vro
• Written by KRT
I'm buggin', I catch em lackin' in his nest, watch wasp pass away and pollinate pearly gates
I'm clutchin', his hive go rest, send heat at hexagons, geomectrical tension as bullets bang
no tuckin', I let it blast, his larvae straight garbage, I erase, leaving nectar as his trace
it's stuffy, the heat in my hands, I overheat insects, put em on preheat like an oven today
I'm comin' today, I'm flowin' today, he drop frequent, can't get no buzz, even if you FM'd him
this bacteria's pretense of pen enlistment is a disease, my pen is penicillin
his disses sting so hard it kill 'em? that's a contradiction, like Chilton with his conch missin'
nigga think he write poetry like Bonaventure, only an adventure cuz he always lost scriptin' it
wasp stinger ain't stingin' on shit, he ain't hittin' on shit, he get eight-legged-faded
fuckin' with me, you get wrapped up in the web, digital araneae make ya brain bleed
they say this nigga talk poisonous, lemme extract a little, just as I thought, it's a fake feed
none of you niggas got the guts to take me, call me chiropractor, the way I snap back on a beat
don't nobody gotta cosign me, I'm a lone sine wave, I just go up, and oscillate
solar aim, that blick spray, you in the earth, I let ya ma connect the dots like constellations
you reuse played hands, no masturbate, as you fabricate the image that you can hang with me
don't test the apex, fillin' this nigga with lead, got iron in every fiber, that's homeostasis
fuck what you sayin', I don't want nothin' to do with this nigga, he just got ionized
all these niggas salty like bitches, needa get iodized, diamonds on the plate with a side of fries
everything I say is not a lie, you just can't fathom being last place, shits sad, I'd cry
to be me, not only do you need bee stings, but you need to re-sting, so bring both hives
at least regulate it, music release congested, always droppin' bullshit, you ain't constipated?
might relegate this, swiffer flow, mop da floor with ya so smooth, you'd think I ain't say shit
(hey, hey, hey) in my bag like it's plastic, I need a fuckin' respirator (hey, hey, I said I-)
shout-out joey, hope he watchin' me eclipse this fool, daylight savings time, nobody saving 'em
lil vro lil vro lil
aaaaaand
that's all folks
vro
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