F. 2 U (Lyrical Assasin dis)
[Intro]Uhm Lyrical Assassin...Imma 'bout to course a sin check...[Verse]Welcome to the final end of your journeythis ain't a Joyland don't troll it's a final for tourneyI'm back from Japan I was chilling with Sansei Plick, he tought me how to do punches and how to kick flickScrew you man course you ain't a nail you ain't need a hammerBattling you is like dissin' a broken up, tyred hummerWith my new knife I'll be spreading your blood up like a ramaI'm a normal band zombie touch me you'll see a dramaI woke up from I.C.U and all the doctors felt the traumaI took a drip turned into a nip than took a sipI spit bloody deepy verses that'll make you sleepMy skills are packed with oils just for you to slipI'm like a peanut tree course you are my nutsToday I'll punch you till you have a bumpy face like my buttsYou're busy battling the master while your wife is facing lesbian bed deathYou new to this shit you're like an Alien on EarthWhen you ask me 'who's the best?' I'll answer you Rollin' like SethI don't say that you whack but I say to you I'm the bestYou like a pup to me I'll shoot your mom and break up yo nestYou call yourself an Assassin while you never drank spirit for thirstI'll leave you done like a bitche's ass after round oneHow come you say you fit while at punches you don't even throw oneI've been the best since birth you can even ask LgwanYou can be Queen of rap not a King course you not K1I'm rapping fror the Joyland trip man know I'm rapping for funWhen your baby momma see me she feel week before the end of the day, and she wanna give birth to ma sonI've been pressing you so long now let me call the Oxygen Squad with yo air supplyAfter this match my shirt will be red like I am the collector of the dirty pad supplyYou're like my Fruity Loop course I kick and I slap youTo all the begginers here they know that their level is youI'm an old M.A that will never change young M.AOoouu a born wack sucker aint try and mess with meCourse I'll catch him ,slice him up and fry him with his ballsYou're a guy but you seem to not like sport course you don't have ballsI don't get it why they call you “Fool Cage” course u got no barsOn my lines I got a lotta trippin shit like a railway side lineOn ma verses A plus while you busy berging for less like 'please B mine'In the Pint factory you're a stranger and whenever they see you they ask 'wheres your bruh?'In the battle you pull up with your best squad and the host is like where's your crew[Outro]Y.U.H my nigga I'm a GCopy that.
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