Lyrics

Rhyme style venomous impetuous When the weapon kiss you good night it never miss let's end it quick I disapprove clones I never extended apprenticeships I was never the type to worry bout my penmanship Huh, loose with the pen, gruesome to them Lines sick rhyme slick spit flu with the phlegm I'm ill Still writing again lightning grin Titan to men envy make you wanna slice at your skin Or fight with your friends Small minds do what you do Snakes actin' fake for a few views on YouTube I bruise dudes swing fists where you chew food Have your cheek meet the street like a pair or new shoes Still got more soul than you I am food for the soul in jail stole your food I'm rude Razorblade score opponents your crews is hoes Rhyme style sword of omens I do this bro I'm a king pulled the sword from the stone Baroque throne flown in imported from Rome Pour in your home take what I want mostly your gold And scratch thoughts out your head call it the coroner's comb Saint Joe, I got a taste for the riches Kill the beat like I'm hungry and the bass is delicious And I'm heavy on the lines monolith hieroglyphics You walk around with no spine back braces for bitches yeah
Writer(s): Joseph Quintana Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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