Random verses

[4Corners]

I'd love to record some day, but with work I fear I'll never have the time. Didn't mean to post three times, sorry. Delete the others.


Put some mother fucking pep in your step, I know you got nothing left
Twelfth round, im a blood hound, introducing you to death
When I’m this raw on the beat, man it shouldn’t legal
criminal, subliminal, I leave these whack bitches feelin feeble
shouldn’t na came in the game, you only care about the fame
sick to my stomach how you run it, you should feel ashamed
feel like a taking a rope, apply a choke, do the world a favor
erase every word you ever spoke, get paid for my labor
you want me to be tamer, couldn’t be lamer, here’s a no brainer
I’ll stick a fire extinguisher up your ass, put out the fucking flamer
Sorry bout the gay joke, wanted to evoke reaction from the masses
Before my life crashes, going HAM all up on they asses
I’m the ali, Jordan, the Scorsese of this fucking game
No need to explain, you resemble JFK when I take aim
Time to embrace my grace, this is my place, always winning the race
So far beyond your sorry ass, you don’t even give no chase

Main frame, causing your brain pain, shit so strange
Off the chain, stay clear of me cuz im insane
Kill you at close range, lyrical murder is my thang
Can’t maintain, stay the fuck up out of my lane
Before you gain fame, not on my level, let me explain
Fucking with me’s like standing right in front of a freight train
Suicide, do you wanna die, I couldn’t complain
Can’t contain my inner killer, im so damn inhumane
Depressed and stressed like I was living in Ukraine
Oppressed, with no finesse during joseph stalins reign
As I digress, need to confess my disdain
For all these people that think they cool cuz they smoke the maryjane
Getting high, fucked up lives, addicted to cocaine
causing strain, a blood stain, shit you slit the fucking vein
my skills you will never attain, this is my domain
You died, now you looking stir fried like chow mein

I’m feelin’ like a bum that just won the fuckin’ lotto
So much bravado, walk up in a theater in Colorado
Straight up to james holmes, tell that fucker it’s on
Stick that gas mask in his ass, tell that bitch to get gone
But what the fuck am I saying, was that my last rhyme
Nevermind, I ain’t a hero, I’d be his partner in crime
And I ain’t lyin’, sick and deranged, seeing families cryin’
Inspectin’ my brain for crazy thangs once I have died and
They got the wrong man, I was the one with gun in hand
Sprayin’ straight shocks wit my glock at anybody I can
fucked in the head, bodies dead, hearing children scream
Walkin’ away from the scene like I ain’t seen a fuckin thing
Nothing’s effectin me, mentally, I’m never sentimental
Kidnappin’ pretty women, lock em up in dog kennels
Haha, serial slaughter while I’m butt fuckin’ your daughter
Nothing’s hotter, dad stop tryin she likes it, don’t even bother
But I got my nut, the slut ran, damn, I caught her
Hung that bitch on her dads porch wit my dog caller
Such a sick sick boy, sick shit is what I enjoy
Takin’ knives to wives, using them as sex toys
So raw, but now they tellin’ me that’s against the law
Fuck it, instead I’ll go to the shed and get my chainsaw
Pick your poison, I’m poised and I’m ready to go
Steady wit the machete, you know I’m carvin’ up that fuckin’ hoe
I go funerals, see families mourn, they so soft
No respect for the deceased, I straight up laugh my fuckin ass off
On some will Ferrell shit, rubbin’ on the widows tits
Let these mother fuckers know who the real devil is
Possessin’ and stressin’, pulling out my fucking weapon
I reckon I’ll end up a felon, attending therapy sessions
On the run since I was one, never done, got no ceilings
Just having fun making all you cock suckers catch feelings

I spit harsh words, so fucked up you wouldn’t believe it
Make god regret making me, like ughhhh I didn’t mean it
I been sinnin’ since age ten, how the fuck did it begin
Always win wit the pen, I’m the greatest, until the end
Other rappers are after laughter, rather than spittin’ faster
Slow the rhyme, get the ring everytime, call me the zen master
Word to phil Jackson, 11 rings, thats bling
But without Jordan, Pippen, Kobe, Shaq, would he even have a thing
I think not, it’s so damn to keep the number one spot
No reference to luda, that song sucked fucking cock
Every emcee has primary goals to achieve
Believe, never grieve, my lyrics, they are not what you perceive
Me to be, a white boy wit no joy, I’ve deceived
You all cuz you thought you won, check this trick up my sleeve
I’ll end this shit with a simple message, a lesson, feel free
To listen and form your own position…..is this the real me?

Going all out, balls out, in a blaze of glory
When I die, don’t wonder why, they always have to tell my story
It’s unique so to speak, your shits weak, future bleak
Enter the mind, when I rhyme, I’m a mother fucking creep
Give a fuck what you think, man you can kiss my ass cheek
This is a task you can’t climb, the mountain is too steep
Mind is jumping all the time, call me a schizophrenic freak
Raping a bitch in her ass, so fast, im out and than I dash
And im on to the next one, just like jay and swizz
Handle my bizz, impregnate a bitch, abort her fucking kids
that’s just how I live, ain’t got two shits to give
never passive, I’ll keep that fucking pussy as my captive
always active on the hunt for a cunt, every week
that bitch won’t even dare to try and critique my technique
baby girl don’t stress, such a mess, but I love your physique
never the less, still gotta kill, bury you at pikes peak

[Spyder]

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