Monster - DaJackHerer

Kill shit - conquer

motherfucking monster

 

This is writing practice, I fight with tactics different attacks like knights with hatchets,

you wanna be brighter, I'll light the matches to make you disappear like a night of magic

I'm not right - a savage, for green make you bite a cabbage that's been bad for weeks

if this is what I write imagine my habits stacking, I'm running out the track like time with addicts

I'm awful nervous, a hostile person but each bridge I burn means the costs have worsened

smoked weed with Eve when she crossed the serpent, I'm at a loss for words better heed the sermon,

like me trying to read in German, I don't see the purpose, write lines in a hearse to breed evil curses,

better flee like vermin, Ill just re-rehearse this, since I'm getting their first I dont need reversing,

all I got is drive when I go by no .45 roll by like a slow ride

Twistin a blunt in a minute till we so high, give it to me straight dont spin it like a bow tie oh my

just hit em with a dope flow, so they dont even know that the boys goin loco,

faster on the tracks than the horse on a polo, no friends - kylo ren, I guess I'm Ben solo

Quiet down now, bow cause the champions here, I'm in the back of your van so go hand me a beer

my lyrics got spirit like a phantom is near, the outsider to the scene, I'm just fanning the fears,

Forming quarantine rhymes that might stifle my boredom, go put em in stores in the order I've stored em,

I'm sorting more quarters than hoarders I board em in the floors till my fam need money post mortem

 

Kill shit - conquer

motherfucking monster

 

I said everyone love me like bacon bits, it wont fade once I start makin hits,

these dudes change their face and start faking it while I'll fuck with my team till I break my wrist

I'm seizing the day like I'm Caesar in Rome, veni, vidi, vici I'm reachin for thrones

so you can leave now or get beat in your home, doesn't matter to me, I can peak on my own

Get sliced with a knife quick or hit with a nightstick, I dont bleed just spill ink that I write with,

my flows dynamite my pen just ignites it, golden like Midas, I don't even fight it

One of a kind, these rhymes are mindless, find the fine line between old and the timeless,

Go blind drinking wine pour it through my sinus getting peanuts for my rhymes, Lucy and Linus

 

Kill shit - conquer

motherfucking monster

 

Stuck in a hot box, my thoughts are locked off,

blocked, I cannot talk, paused like a stop watch,

plot when I'm on screen, jot cause I'm top three,

running the game till I pop or they pop me