[L.Crafter] Ok, a monster and you know it, a bear up in the forest/ Goldilocks came in, and tried to eat our porridge/ we came back at it and popped up to get continued, and just like these beats she became a part of the menu/ now we got these niggas scared running through a temple, lyrics gunning through my menstrual, style messing up my denim/ flow is more mixed then a girl on her menstrual, you couldn't get rid of me, nigga coke in yo system/ these animalistic quality's of why they try to stop my words, nigga S and an apostrophe, but everyone that tried that ended up at the cross road with bone thugs n harmony, yeah/ I am crafter just go ask her, for every girl that's on her back, now she is calling me her master/ yeah that's right I whip lashed her, couldn't go this hard last year, but now I'm hitting every target with bow and arrow, that's half a sphere/ haters talk but I forget them, don't respect them, just reject them, and if you a dog you look neglected, yeah I said it, you don't look fed/ and you can't do yo best on an empty stomach, so you never spitting anything that special/ they say I'm a joke and I just laugh it off, they say that I'm tripping but I walk it off/ I roll with the punches cause I haven't had enough hate, cause I'm pointing to the top like I'm wearing a dunce cap, yeah/ telling me to stop but like santa's little helper, I must rap, these bars around this track, better start catching up/ running every lap, and I snap on everything like tyga's last hat, sleeping on the kid, the point of no return your last nap
[Jack Frost] looks whose back from his motherfucking paradise, rolling through the forest attacking niggas like parasites/ sly and L the crafter hotter then 1000 Fahrenheit, we'll pull up to yo crib with drive by's on broken mountain bikes/ with no mask see me clear as yo reflection, Leonard killed this beat this is a fucking resurrection/ and if I'm up on the mic you keep it quite like you testing, my flows disgusting as vomit that comes from an erection/ I'm a curse my birth has never been a blessing, go to church and knock you side ways you two-stepping/ I spit hot inside the booth with the fire of two weapons, I hopped up on this track with the answer for two questions/ who are you? and what the fuck is yo rap mission? bringing real to this game, cause all I see is a lot of bitches/ claim you got the money and the cars and you so efficient, please, the only time you make a mill is in the kitchen/ now do the dishes if you ain't notice I'm killing it, no need to reverse the song, you can hear the evil in my sentences/ ATM we making green flow like photosynthesis, show me another teen from Chicago and say he ill as this/ I'm the sickest you can catch me like the common cold, my ink murders this paper I'm dropping niggas like domino's/ ATM the family and we the shit like potty holes, I was snorting, shooting, sealing, and robbing as a snotty nose/ the old saying every entrance is a exit, so I stuck my dick inside this game its lost in the intestines/ so if you coming in this game look for my erection, it's so big a thousand horny nuns couldn't bless it
[Jack Frost] looks whose back from his motherfucking paradise, rolling through the forest attacking niggas like parasites/ sly and L the crafter hotter then 1000 Fahrenheit, we'll pull up to yo crib with drive by's on broken mountain bikes/ with no mask see me clear as yo reflection, Leonard killed this beat this is a fucking resurrection/ and if I'm up on the mic you keep it quite like you testing, my flows disgusting as vomit that comes from an erection/ I'm a curse my birth has never been a blessing, go to church and knock you side ways you two-stepping/ I spit hot inside the booth with the fire of two weapons, I hopped up on this track with the answer for two questions/ who are you? and what the fuck is yo rap mission? bringing real to this game, cause all I see is a lot of bitches/ claim you got the money and the cars and you so efficient, please, the only time you make a mill is in the kitchen/ now do the dishes if you ain't notice I'm killing it, no need to reverse the song, you can hear the evil in my sentences/ ATM we making green flow like photosynthesis, show me another teen from Chicago and say he ill as this/ I'm the sickest you can catch me like the common cold, my ink murders this paper I'm dropping niggas like domino's/ ATM the family and we the shit like potty holes, I was snorting, shooting, sealing, and robbing as a snotty nose/ the old saying every entrance is a exit, so I stuck my dick inside this game its lost in the intestines/ so if you coming in this game look for my erection, it's so big a thousand horny nuns couldn't bless it
( L.Crafter )
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