Who Made It
Zen flow
I rain the paint in tenfold on the intro
I hit the stance of hippo
Flicking playboy zippo
Foot tapping tempo
I'm a schizo in my mental temple
I hit that fucking butter ritz flow
Kiss the fist
body twist
Then the wrist blow
Enter the shit abyss
When the captain Penning it's
Sinful Suspenseful dispensing the dense flow
Crazy shit between the temples
180 gator seasoned red tone
Your bitch just a Mercedes Nympho And I bent her on the Buick smoking endo
Simple more info
Car start i hard part
Bitch I'm rugged as some Carhartt
Rough as Dicky
Swift movement
Then I'm buckin quickly
Trust I'm fucking tricky
Smoking sticks a sticky
So high
I'm walking like a flamingo with fucking trick knees
Blow a symphony
Epiphany
Begin disassembly
Way I cut em sickly
I'm fucking sicky g
Mafioso
The O's go for Cinco Ocho
I'm fucking loco
Out here spitting with these joe blows
These bozos
Think they ripping with the pro bro
I hit the finish moving fucking slo-mo
Who you wrecking with the weapon smith
Day of reckoning
Seasoned special pen
Extra decadent trained to wield the weapon he a specialist
Jack Ripper
Your man's rocking mad glitter
I like a bitch that got the fat shitter
Rip Easel
I rip slopes like Triple X
Your bitch looking like Vin Diesel
I'm too evil
My fists hitting like engine pistons
Adjust my visions to heaven with them
High and lazy bitch tried to play me
I don't give a shit when you crying, baby
battle time
I twist the lime
The white guy
Tom Cruise Samurai
Let the motherfucking damage fly
Plenty war trumpet Troubadour
Shoes hard
In just a few bars
I leave em FUBAR
Linguine colored buttered new car
Hold up
Sarasota
I told her
Bitch grab me a soda an the Motorola I'm finna fucking roll up