18 for Demons- freestyle

you wanna rap demonic Im the crypt tonic crypt keeper bubonic

On it like Onyx rap as hard as you want Im your crucifix the chronic

User of Lucifer predict this shit bitch you better pick up sticks

You say sick sick sickest shit is what you sit shit an spit

While I talk to demons six six six, and slick rhymes with gusto

You want that bitch to blow then fuck it lets go

Let go of my Egg-O motherfucker Im the fandango

The rap God nope Im just a Lego another Dago

But atlest when Im done spitting I wont be known as some fag, yo

that line was dirty you can try to hurt me but youll find Im absurdly

Wack my minds blurry and losing this battle, yah right, like Ima worry

I eat curry just so when I spit it sounds slurry ho hurry the fuck up nerd and hurt me

Im taking over ever sole like Im the one you pay the butchers toll

the one you mistookin' for the best to battle is who you lookin' for

You found me Im down here G under the ground with Satan

While you float with one of the Saint men who don't know how quant with pen

I am so if you wait you may get slain like you made the mistake to battle these men

I say these because my mind is split as much as my rhyme is shit don't give a fuck I quit