Some blue tips for ya

Some blue tips for ya


I already done murked the, generic, bitin, style stealin, swagger jackin, pitiful, so-called,
"Kam-fam" LOL

Lyrical mob hits where put out. And these LAMES ARE NO MORE.

But just to discourage any other potential frogg-ass fools, that might be feelin jumpy.

Here´s a couple more nails in these bitches coffins..


These bullets got yer name on ´em!
But it still ain´t personal.
There´s NO emotion involved, when I proceed to murk ya´ll.
I leave Dust in a pile of dust.
No clues, just some purple pie-filling, n´sum pie crust!
Dude I got multiple personalities, how you gone fukk with us??!
Like performin brain surgery with a hacksaw, it´s gone be RUFF!
You´ll become septic, won´t pull thru, ashes to ashes,
Chea! You know that stuff!
So, in other words, means you gettin cremated!
I kill with surgical precission, n´high spirits,
-my bars are methylated!
Givin you sumin hot, when I LIKK SHOT!
These fagotty, raggedy, wannabes is gettin perforated!
N´ quite possibly, ventilated.
So warn yer children,
The ´Zookah´s in the building!
Tearin up shit!
It´s gone HAVE TA be renovated!
I´m bugged, raisin above the crud!
And FINALLY. A solid effort-it´s the LONG AWAITED.
Eventhough my entrance, was somewhat belated.
And to say I´m underated -is a GROSS understatement!
Lyrical pugilist, n´you dudes ain´t dukin it out. Jus´catchin punches to the mouth!
Take THAT! Tight (w)rap. Like good cornrows, when they braided.
N´ I´mma heavy hitter -THAT´S why I´m hated!!

UPPIN THIS HERE.