Fiyablasta - k**ing Spree lyrics

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Fiyablasta - k**ing Spree lyrics

Intro Verse 1: Ya'll rappers don't want none The boy been a beast after year one And right now is the fifteenth You're no threat to the vet, so why grit teeth Mean mug all you want, cause I'm still gonna slaughter Like it ain't no toss up like your dang ensalada, (uh) Why dress it up when the abstract Caesar's Making sure you eat your words before you get your just desserts They say that's overk**, I told them show me sk** And maybe I'll be nice and ensure that you wrote your will Otherwise the spoils are mine In about 6 seconds like your boy did a vine (Got em!) Deez Nuts punchlines on standby While you're bringing no bars like you're stuck with a landline (And still I cut-) Don't say nothing to me, boy You look like anoth' munchkin to be destroyed Chorus: I'm just going on a k**ing spree And I'm destroying by just going at it lyrically They're annoying being lower than me mentally So I end my grief and take them six feet deep This is the funeral as we proceed I'm pall bearer til your buried while your folks bereave And the epitaph of your headstone reads Another victim of my k**ing spree Verse 2: I am a nightmare walking; psychopath taunting Enemies like an emcee on TV copping If you cross my ref, you're oft to get the songs I wreck And often test your artist best And flex my muscle memory from my brain to the pen that bleeds Back to my head and then my speech ending with my reach gripping cheese That's the payout for a hitman, g Making a k**ing in the game is how you get that 1337 It ain't Destiny it's more like a Call of Duty To see a Titanfall in the Battlefield cause I'm truly A slayer of supposed untouchables like they're beings with Halos But I'm SOCOM collecting W's with a say so They claim hacks and mods cause they don't have the bars And went from acting hard to the broad way You're Caroline in a verse by Andre Or a nightmare of Kanye: Get Rekt, "All Day"! Chorus Verse 3: Just check it, my methods ain't reckless Premeditate deading these pest with The sharpness of my brain that entertains like gladiators in the ring Of the Colosseum; all are beaten; call them how I see them Eenie Meanie Miney Mo, pick a victim by the flow, pa** the weapon the microphone, load a clip and let it blow (Pow!) My ammo: sentences and fragments, so back up like ad libs Or become target practice ravaged by the savage rapper, Fiyablasta AKA total package Unraveling this master's habit of smashing rappers. It's well established, I can't kick Entrenched writtens without some trench digging Been k**ing it in this game so long they can't bench him Cause I take shots, it's hard to brick And steal to rock crowds crossover to the smarter pick I slaughter Knicks rapping about "ball is life" It's about the music, man, and this art I write Is all I strike them down with, my bars are tight And news reports will all read who got mauled tonight Cause Chorus Outro

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