Spyder wrote:The truest writin, the dude ya whole crew is bitin
A landmark on the damn charts, new brutal titan.
Chauvinist ass throwin his Axe
~ with such astounding power ~
til it hits, and splits every bone in your back.
My track faults, don’t exist its impossible
You meet the asphalt to smash your monocle,
If you battlin Spyder, for me its of course win
With the archives of MacGyver to leave you short limbed
Like dwarfism, we all laugh at your structure
Rip you in half inside out so bad you combusted,
Ive made this new year resolution,
Ill pick a new way to slaughter but ill let him choose it
Pick apart a vet induce him til his cred is ruined
Then the next dude to step, met with execution.
Strangled with the mic cord, no oxygen to the brain
Put ya in the psyche ward gone from the game.
This, kid was chosen sick sip of the potion
Bestowed from gods to lips that he spoke with.
Various scriptures depicted his explosion
Cause when he spits its like monolith erosion.
Sam. wrote:I recruit vampires on twilights to donate me blood ,
Use my salivary spit to ferment the curd,
Make you gods loving child so that you die young ,
In search of my own spirit I spent the full night hung,
Swallow my own apple to keep the doctor away ,
Leave the grave alive but my souls here to stay,
My Ninja steps on your turf can cause earthquakes ,
Defeat the giver of all lives and pause birth rates,
For this verse I mortgaged almost all parts of me ,
Now I'm just a decapitated hand that writes blasphemy,
With 99 % blockage I accept death with a heavy heart ,
Operate on your brain cells and call it art,
There's no method to my madness as I digest my own stomach acid,
Giving insight to the blind with blown sockets,
My bars of assault can make your hair stand on ends,
Rock the craddle of luck guess accidents can happen again.
Link Of Feed:
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Sam
Spyder