Rebel Shit

by **Strictt Ame** » Sep 13th, '10, 15:30

My rhythm is a synonym for sickenin shit when Im spittin it
Every time you try N get it in you come off as hard as cinnamon
In other words your weak as fuck, style is what your needin punk
Ya flows not sweet enough, and we know this geek aint tough
Face me and get fucked outta ya Stock-holmes like a Swedish slut
Plus..With some green to puff I must spit the meanest stuff
Come beef with us..cuz Im not only raw, Im also seasoned up
Make ya bleed and be leakin guts so bad BP wont even clean it up
Jesus, what? You thought Ame wouldn’t get the best of this
Watch these pests get ripped, intestines flipped and left in shit
Well learn ya lesson bitch cuz theres no protestin this
On the mic, your scared you’ll get touched..like molested kids
Face smashed, neck is slit, broken spine, fractured eleven ribs
Stop testin this or Ill show ya what a true punchline impression is
So lets begin and Ill hit ya so hard it’ll bruise your next of kin
No weapon kid, just the combo of your chest and fists
Permanent lines where your necklace is, knuckles wreck ya chin
A lot of reckless shit, join Cam’rons set cuz you better Dip
Im forever sick, sittin comfortable on a level you’ll never get
I was sent to rip with cleverness, 20 fuckin bars of some rebel shit