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Unfinished Track 4 Collaboration
Full track ready ina few dayz - WCR
//Verse 1\\ (WCR)
Im more than you can handle, ill ram my dick right through your adams apple,
Cant face me in war then why do you wanna battle, ill throw you away as easy as changing the channel,
Your shit is fragile and desperate, mines fortified like a castle so watch where your headed,
Or ill have your mother bent over screaming my name while i fuck her with no remorse,
Got your sister on all fours so for every one of your shitty metaphors ill have her sucking on life source,
Ill force feed your father so much liquor his liver fails then ill slit his throat so he will die quicker,
Im as cold as the winter and more sinister than satan, me scared ?, fool your mistaken,
But im goin slit you from eye to eye so you look like an asian,
Ready to die ? Cause you beating me will never be in the equation,
Now in steppin' with my weapon close, ill make you fall into such depression that you overdose,
Remains the question can you meet my aggression?,
Nope cause your a silly bitch lookin' for attention,
You Think your dope but all you really are is a snitch with a high pitch voice,
Got someting in your throat?, Sounds like your gonna choke?, oh nevermind i forgot your hanging from a rope,
Your signed to death so ima fuck your daddys little princess to remind you that your less than me,
This is the Last Warning stop fucking with a G or ill leave your blood pouring and ill never let your family free,
//Verse 2\\ (Capone)
Little Mother Fuckers Learn your place Before I erase you off this space
Pull Out my knife and cut up Your face Drive you off the road
And leave your burning body in a blaze Or Maybe Ill just kill you with a Phrase
Nowadays I just wanna Pull out the Choppa And let it bang Into Yo gang
No Remorse Ill take you and your crew off course Separate Your
Head from your Neck Like a nasty Divorce You wanted Fucking War
Ill come to your door Drop ya Body on the Floor Mother fucker I'm hardcore
So watch your fucking mouth Before These Rounds get Directed at your house
I'm done Arguing and Battling Look at whats happening
Wanna Battle Take it to the streets This is a Cycle stuck on Repeats
You Write some shit I write Some Back My Lyrics Go On the Attack
And you fall Back And try to make a Comeback Say Some shit
But It just doesn't Click And you just released it Public
Oh that's a Shame Now you wonder why my name is on your girls Tongue
Don't be mad She aint the only one I just gave her Extra Love
Stuck my dick down her throat She Swallowed it Whole
Sucked out my soul Then I fucked her till she passed out
Thats what we about we fucking ruthless Me and TLS Will leave You Tooth less
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//Verse 3\\ (Jag_Ab)
You fuck with TLS you gonna get these shells
Like Dre i got his head ringing so much he hearing bells
And yeah ya rhymes might be the latest
But arguably you can tell im the greatest
You cant rock with this sound
But i own the crown and im shutting this shit down
Could go catch a body or catch a case
Mess up ya operation cant find the body to the face
My gun stay drawin check out this masterpiece
I got four shells and never fails to hit two niggas to a piece
I gotta get double the murda
Favor for a favor with maino you ever heard of
Im like usher im burning up
R.kelly knew what he did, aint give no fuck
So whats up naw thats luck OJ
Im OJ listening to the O'Jays while drinking OJ
//Hook\\
//Verse 4\\ (WCR)
We can do it One on one, you against me, ill leave you broken hanging from a tree,
Watch how your blood starts soakin' your white tee, now you know, not to fuck with a real G,
Dont question my lyrical abilities when your lyrics are just something id sneeze,
Time to end your suffering cause since day one your mother was sick of mothering,
Your 23 and she is 52, its funny that she still dont give a fuck about chu,
Wicked weapons keep em steppin' perfection is a matter of perception kevin,
Ill leave your face twisted kevin my presence is the essence of legends, irish Chieftains and peasants,
I make punks and phonys overdose on anti depressants,
Now dont think you got a few months cause remember your life an be over ina matter of seconds,
Its to late change the chapter, you used be good now all you are is a ladder,
Ill shatter your face like a glock does laughter, i gather my anger shits goin to fast for you capture,
Ill send a hammer through your skull i thought you was a gangster?, you worthless wa
//Verse 5\\ (Capone)
So this is the Final Fucking Warning
Talk some more shit we will leave your loved ones mourning
Because you fucked with the wrong ones It only happens Once
Say some dumb shit Snatch the air from your lungs
Spill your guts Then do some more drugs Yeah we the Thugs
The ones with the Plugs We will roll you up in a rug
Throw you in the back of a truck While Blood pours out
Switch up route Drive into a Lake Fucking Annihilate
Mutilate Come to your state On the stage
Pull a triple x Fuck your threats Watch me flex
So take these simple steps Before you
Face some Untimely Deaths.. Yeah
//Hook\\
//Verse 6\\ (Jag_Ab)
rick ross i got the sauce and the swag
I move so swiftly im not 2k no lag
I make moves in the streets like MJ
Im bad and i give that thriller like MJ
Im on this track cuz i run track im speedy
I am to music like ya girl is to me needy
Whether its JB Quavo wayne or da man wit the key
We all no on rappad the one real one is me
And the crew cuz we are creators in the making
We as real as the truth neva lie no time for faking
So sit back and reminisce on this cause
Look back at our verses like we dont have any flaws
Cuz i bend the rules make em my own
He asked me to qrite a verse i picked up the phone
OK WRC THE WHOLE TLS GANG GOT OUR BACK
ME AND WRC TEARIN IT UP BUT WAIT FOR THE NEXT TRACK,
//Verse 7\\ (Dope_Doc)
Ya I'm crushing emcee's out the box, cuz all they want to do is slap box with the god of writtens.
I'm not the one people should fuck with, dope doc ends emcee's in battles packin' rhymes consistent.
Motherfuckers know me the money is on my mind, I'm a lyrical mastermind have ya whole place exploded cuz it turns out it was wired.
I keep it real in this game of rapping crackin down on crackers who want to fuck with the king of smackin' big asses, talent?? Haha I've passed it.
Treated the shit like a test the slut didn't have me stressed, I'm obsessed with the pen been doing this since white people made us lawn their houses.
It's all bullshit and the spit don't quit, fuckin' up my vibe will get ya' dropped real quick, you can bet on it so sit down like Kendrick.
Fuck what the hater's claim I drop a track and they on my balls, guess the criticism comes with success I mean it was better when there was taggin' of halls.
Now I'm going to pass it to another dope emcee, we've collabed to make ya'll see, beef can end so swiftly and nearly can kill ya if you're not a smart G, peace.
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//Verse 8\\ (WCR)
//Verse 9\\ (Dope_Doc)
Multiple hoes and multiple flows to bruise dirty naked bitches elbows.
Doc's the man you gotta speak to, bust in the building with thoughts of cookin you like beef stew.
I'm dangerous in the paint ya a vigilante, smackin' all of these white people who shove it in our faces that they "fancy".
Fuck off with all that crap shit, strap shit a lyrical poet ready to wreck shit like a motherfuckin wrecked ship.
Eat emcee's for breakfast Doc's been battling for a while, I've beaten the best criminals since juvenile.
WCR, Capone, Mydas and everyone joining along, I smoke other emcee's as I sit back and puff puff puff effects from the bong.
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WCR
Member since April 9 2017