Aviel Ben Yamin - HorcruX lyrics

I'm Mewtwo evolving Immune to my offspring In fumes with my calling Go 'head and replay that part cause I know you're simple-minded Hot-headed like torches Chillin' wit' mo' d** West Linn chick -gorgeous I'm Voldemort's horcrux Rappin' is my magic; see if you find it Three Fifteen wit' a dash in between Hittin' the scene where they pa**in' the green Guess rappin's pa**ed in my genes Got a cutie wit' a booty like, "how'd you get that a** in 'em jeans?" Oh, man I swear my teachers should'a taken my iPod away Queen on a king-size cause I gotta lay s**as wanna battle, then why not today? Ugh! I swear I'm just a kid that happens to twist words f** a punchline; my wrist hurts Matchin' chronic -mixed herbs Two white blondies faded -alcohol sedated- role playin' as sisters They photogenic; they bonin', headin' -and we headin' to cut like scissors My mother would be displeased -way I see p**y deceased Got greed for these Lines and rhymes -sun up to sun down -piece to piece Y'all better head the beats I'll lead the feast when I eat MCs Unleash the beast and increase my cheese Remember the name: it's Fif, yo You s**as better retreat to peace, yeah Got an adrenaline rush I'll settle the dust after k**ing the beat Remember, I crush In fact, I might punch a person that mugs -whatever the scene It'll be a moshpit; watch it This'll be a shoe that you will not fit, got it? Switchin' up the rhythm so you know that I'm a problem Hit me for them writtens I be spittin' 'cause I got them A youngin' that got the hang of his flows I hang at the spot to hang with the bros Began as a scrub, now hang with the hoes f** all that bullsh** that's sung 'bout your woes k** any set I perform at the shows Shout out the fans at the front rows Best get to duckin' if it comes to blows MMA pa**ion; I'm servin' K.O.s Came from the bottomless pit Watch out -I'm 'bout to spit Before I begin, gimme a bottle to sip Ask me 'bout the f** I don't give f** your branded fashion; if you have it you'll get blasted Like I'm plastered with some Captain Damn, it's such fantastic action Twisted-tongue tongue twisters; I'm too vicious f** ya Swishers; I've got Zig-zag wraps when I hit this I'll tell ya what the trick is, simplest lyrics from the fittest f** the critics; mind ya business I'm just kickin' with my writtens, hoe The meanest a**hole eats emcees with green Tabasco Jeez Louise, the beast's a rascal Lean and green for demon jackals Cheese increased, repeated cashflow -indeed a ha**le Sixteens with schemes so bashful mixed with mean, demeaning fast flows Build me a castle with queens to dazzle Time to tick it if you tockin' (talkin') Watch me spit it how I jot it Got a problem -better stop it Pop it, lock it, drop it When she's squattin', she's a target If I hit it, she will bop it Scream for my deposit My sink has got a faucet; excess semen, you can wash it Exes see me, then I'm flossin' Bleedin' in my closet if you beefin' or you gossip If you dreamin', dream with caution I'm the Reaper -I'm exhausted If you need me, then I'll be up in my rocket 'Bout to re-up with some profit Speed up to a comet I'm dizzy -Im'a vomit Pills and liquor got him feelin' sicker Tellin' you this spitter's wicked twistin' lyrics when he's spittin' Whether off the dome or written, serious or kiddin' His vision's unforgivin' You'd be lucky to be livin' after verses he be kickin' He's co*ky -you a chicken Think you'll stop him -must be trippin' Got him feelin' like a villian, k**in' victims when he split 'em with a rhythm Got 'em spinnin'; drippin' when he rid 'em of the limbs Intestines will be missin' 'cause Takes guts to f** with me Y'all ain't nothin' but a bunch of schmucks to me Your bars are your b**h's hip -they're a waist (waste) Your bars are your b**h's lips -they s** to me s*ut's gotta have a** tryna f** with me If she half-a** nasty s**, luxury of my company Or lunch on me is a distant reality suddenly