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"IKTD"
I Killed The Devil
*LYRICS*
Everybody bumping my shit
Turn it up
Everybody not fuckin w A$AP,
Your a flop,
On the scene best believe,
Im coming with the beef
Better stop, before you see me
Like freddy not in a dream
Jason on the rap scene,
Coming in every direction,
Boi dont be steppin to me,
Fuckin w my boi you better believe
I ain't fear nothing,
Go ahead grab a weapon,
Less get to it
Triple 0 prodigy
Product of Illuminati
Put you in a hearse boi you just a wannabe
Of what you be seeing on yo tv
All talk but when it comes down to it,
You just a pipsqueak
Imma OG you a tike,
More like a disease
when you spit,
Speak legit on the mic
Im elite yes indeed im the vaccine,
When i rap its sumn like supreme
The shit i create
Boi its unique,
Heres some clout for ya
Im wicked flowa twisted mind blowa
Type to pull up,
Type to start shit lemme show ya,
How a real bro act
Act surprised
How ppl react when they hear bout me
They faces full of fear,
Causing ruckus big time like 25 to life
I could run the distance dont you doubt me,
Imma shout it, out
The hood i represent
Its that STK Manitoulin Natives OTG
We Straight OUT THE GUTTA another bad mafuckaaa
Havent been a sucka for love
Pull we going fuck da gloves
Only w my team no other
Twisting up my fingers
Ive been fucking my life up with all this liqour,
Im bouta kick off,
Run ya out the yards boom boi
I hit dat touchdown
Its time to eat the beat like its lunch now
Imma launch now the missle coming bruh you better get running
Hit ya bunker to see if you can amout
To what im boutta
You not a friend you not a brotha
A fan became a op
Ohoh
Ryannick sending shots again
Pop out imma put you on lockdown
Less see if you could really do it,
Dont be capping you lacking talent
Dont become silent when you see me
You out of bounds
This the wrong lane for you
Im violent you could feel the vibe
When You see that look in my eye,
Imma fry this shit like a french fry you got me boiled
Now you got spoiled
No body wanna hear ya
yah You on my nerves
But NAH you never got me nervous
Im gifted im lifed
Im Writing verses
I think this shit my purpose
Coping shit satan got me by the grip
Why im shoting shit
Purchase thangs gold chains
You mold in my place
Everyone aint liking,
Use the beat i defeat the pen n pad using it as my murder weapon
Im loading it,
Im losing it
As if im doing this shit
Waisting time, on a kid
Just cuz he thru a diss
Fuck it guess ill waist my rhymes
Just to see what he got
Talking guns?
Yee ight
Pull up let it pop
Talking bout my Homie little
Pst
Hell knock ya shit,
Make your shit sizzle
You aint ever gonna pop just Watch
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap