you wanted war sure Ill roll you instantly Now you on the floor Another casualty Thoughts all tore I dare you To start pressin me Got you in the fetal position This for testin me demon possession head tucked thats you're ass you kissin Wish ya luck all do to my obsession Don't give a fuck grippin squeezin spittin on this microphone tossin you a cell phone im tellin you call ya boys you should phone home whole squad goin silent when the voice mail runs out your thoughts over shot what you thought Ya got caught slippin through like you In ya dreams an they aint comin true im that thing in ya sleep that creeps at you from way down deep that leaks through in ya mental Im talkin down that spiral like this rifling in my rifle See with this rifle pop off lyrical amo watch it smack that skull it crack lay you down flat You won't ’t wake up see the difference is what I do I do this untill my face goes blue an still come through im somthin like mightest.. true battled 3 4 5 6 times still standing on my feet defeat any beat blind fold I aint ever gotta peek im sick of people sayin they slayin sayin they no how to do this Callin it music see im sayin you aint got this you lost this tight fist all pissed git a grip dont give a shit where do I start I just plot this is all that I got ima sure shot I aim high let these shots drop on anyone tryin to stop me on this climb see ill unwind ya spine get you lookin like D N A rippin and tare ya strans cause this shits in my D N A take a fuckin grand stand even when I was on the play ground I didnt play I just held my ground so how's that outfit where's ya vest see i invest the time for this grind to rhyme this shits mine i don't even need mine come at you shirtless thats bare chest with these techs and a lit cigarette Im like no other push over any 1 thats on one thinkin they clever See im sharp like cleaver They call me reaper so move over or its red rover cause ima break ya ribs when I come over knock the whole line down Then ground an pound the hole line take my time Break ya face and discrase ya taste till ya tasteless Get ya face misshapen leave ya faceless See when im imbond i put on this crown move like an electric Greyhound theres no sound All you'll see is this big dog imbound just plow through an park on your stomping ground Now its mine get ya body twisted like that corona with lime So you tell me who has the high ground Cause this tides comin in Better learn to start floatin See im motor boatin Like this tits When I start smackin my lips Acid drips Got the mic crisp its crispy So lets see you think you can beat me Try again Better Hold them hands bring ya hole god damn band all band and run insync Just a Wanna be fucking boy band You think ya backstreet an to hot like 98 Thats boy band bars For you fuicking retards Dig a graveyard Dedicate it to the handicapped Call it special Cause they perment Beds that im passin out As you passin out No faint Talkin breathe Cause u aint Go hard Thats paint As this shovel clicks an nicks rocks Breaks sticks an clock as ya time stop Like tick tock and the tick stop Just as ya body drop Another plot Engrave the game with another head stone Your name With seven to blame You should blame the game Simply leave a bottel For ya boys to pour on the floor Close this door slow holla at ya boys Ring back seven If you think you run ya slick shit an run ya lips I wont miss... So ill address this to you from me Ill even stamp this bitch (Seven)
