Locksmith - House Of Games freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Locksmith] Stick a fork in his corpse, cordially courting Sourcing his portion for organs, give metaphors an abortion A portrait of poor sportsmen, endorse a remorse towards him I torch his vocal cords till his course is the four horsemen Your core's forcing they roar but I'm board snoring A smorgasbord of endorphins, I'm dwarfing your dwarf swordsmen I retort but of course no recourse for it I'm more of a mortar that's why my reporse discord for it I'm forming a fort, forcing proportions that pour forward Sort of a four-fifty, your orifice you poor b**h Forfeit, trying to spit with this n***a, I forewarned him Waging a war, décor of Muhammad or George Foreman Performing vocal expressions that questions the status quo Inhabit no sense of worth when you barely can pack a show Distracted by the fact that I was too rabid impacted by The sh** that people said, but instead let amplified And n***as want a response, my response; "Keep waiting" Fools rush in, smart n***as keep patient Chasing the next man, the best plan developed wrong f** rushing a freestyle my n***a make a better song I don't know what to say