[Kaspa]
I'm arm wrestling with the devil, fork lifts bowl to poor some fruity pebble
And my fork lifts the remains of al queda try to reach the level when squach charlet the spider
The bongs higher so I'm learning to toss the lighter
Set fire to a habadab,rest in peace to the former,kwads four we are performers
Blunt intelligence intellects with a hard persona
Toss body bags in a sauna
The heat raises the stench nd the stench is what I'm serving
Got a pocket filled with posies,and my chain is made of serpents
Exquisite verses, and I written them in cursive,kasper spits the crack nd the dope is without the curses
Blacker when I rap, like the black top with a donut
My high top actions is what makes rock the mic like sharona
Spanards sipping on corona, while posting on bodegas
My bars are brain shakers,these lyrics are drum beaters
My words antagonizing ether,i like my light skin feature
Im buck tooth beaver with a gap to fit a beaker
Despite these flaws my raps remain flawless
Entadres tougher to knock you out nd leave u toothless,kasper is physical ruthless
Grab a bat and call me babe cuz I be beating her Ruth
Less critisize about despite the gap inside mouth,this body bag is to big to fit inside my houses
[Truuth]
So lets see you got overachievers teachers weed smokers
And preachers nonchalant people just lying over beats
Then got truth using a needle so evil cracking backs on some
Cyropracting habit flashing tracks with some fucking matches
Striking pageants on nights and spiking bats in a fight
And lighting caskets to smoke some ashes toking up after life
3 holes in a tombstone of one directions new songs
A few bongs and im loading macks for a faster wipe
Eliminating criminals devil worshipping backwords subliminals
Is it true im a rebel forbidden
On levels that’s never reached by any prior boy spitting
So it makes me the first lacing your purp with more wisdom
You doing oxycontin I rather do a strapped blonde swooshing around
Her teeth and a pound of round brown dropping
Establishing a repertoire that’s now found hot since
Other rappers are being called out in every song out
Necrolampoon a damn goon sipping tap water in cancoon
A damn fool with hand tools
So next time I talk or I shout
You just end off
Wonder why I always end songs with dead jaws nigga cause I blend words
Withcurses and let off more than bishop to men toys
Its sad to see the tragedy the ways I take tracks and beats
And eat chords until I stretch noise I hope I did splendid
For the next joint the point is im dead wrong
I'm arm wrestling with the devil, fork lifts bowl to poor some fruity pebble
And my fork lifts the remains of al queda try to reach the level when squach charlet the spider
The bongs higher so I'm learning to toss the lighter
Set fire to a habadab,rest in peace to the former,kwads four we are performers
Blunt intelligence intellects with a hard persona
Toss body bags in a sauna
The heat raises the stench nd the stench is what I'm serving
Got a pocket filled with posies,and my chain is made of serpents
Exquisite verses, and I written them in cursive,kasper spits the crack nd the dope is without the curses
Blacker when I rap, like the black top with a donut
My high top actions is what makes rock the mic like sharona
Spanards sipping on corona, while posting on bodegas
My bars are brain shakers,these lyrics are drum beaters
My words antagonizing ether,i like my light skin feature
Im buck tooth beaver with a gap to fit a beaker
Despite these flaws my raps remain flawless
Entadres tougher to knock you out nd leave u toothless,kasper is physical ruthless
Grab a bat and call me babe cuz I be beating her Ruth
Less critisize about despite the gap inside mouth,this body bag is to big to fit inside my houses
[Truuth]
So lets see you got overachievers teachers weed smokers
And preachers nonchalant people just lying over beats
Then got truth using a needle so evil cracking backs on some
Cyropracting habit flashing tracks with some fucking matches
Striking pageants on nights and spiking bats in a fight
And lighting caskets to smoke some ashes toking up after life
3 holes in a tombstone of one directions new songs
A few bongs and im loading macks for a faster wipe
Eliminating criminals devil worshipping backwords subliminals
Is it true im a rebel forbidden
On levels that’s never reached by any prior boy spitting
So it makes me the first lacing your purp with more wisdom
You doing oxycontin I rather do a strapped blonde swooshing around
Her teeth and a pound of round brown dropping
Establishing a repertoire that’s now found hot since
Other rappers are being called out in every song out
Necrolampoon a damn goon sipping tap water in cancoon
A damn fool with hand tools
So next time I talk or I shout
You just end off
Wonder why I always end songs with dead jaws nigga cause I blend words
Withcurses and let off more than bishop to men toys
Its sad to see the tragedy the ways I take tracks and beats
And eat chords until I stretch noise I hope I did splendid
For the next joint the point is im dead wrong
( Dope eye )
www.ChordsAZ.com