Friday, January 14, 2011
Some Wicked Horror Shit
I rap master this wicked shit. It's no suprise how i kick it. For while been saying. I know how to perfect it. While others abuse it. & don't know to use it. I pursue it. Innovate create what you can't state. You hate i'm horror wicked. Kicking dark ish bomb delerious. End wit no consequence to finish demenish. Blasphemous blashphemy. How you try to envy. I say fuck you to those that oppose. I varinate in any style. & i chose not to be mild. Like strangers i'll leave ya neck choked off by hangers. I'm the shit. Who i be who it be. & what i represent. Spitting i'm the deadlious most wickedest. Hazardous take words. Full of superb giftness none can witness or mess with. Untochable you don't know flow so like itch you part of a glitch. Don't matter what this is. You groupie bitch. All on my dick. Making me sick. Spit with shit that sticks, Stone in sour. Rhyming off at the mile. The way i dictate this lyric. You can't pick to hear it. Just remember i end ya with none to disemb ya. Killer with instinct don't think. Blowing off with tanks. Remember who is the best to spit this. I'm gifted high & lifted. All no filler its the pussy ass sniffer. I riffer to beg differ. I'm realer then an all fill ya. Can't fucks with ya. No words can't describe. Keep it in with the vibe. Wreckerkris & i'm the illest you can't feel this i kill this. & as i said i master this. You ain't on this. So take you urself & whole crew. End some loose. I got juice fly the coop. & i'll end this off with a whoop whoop. Tell me what you can make of that shit's phat like that. Looking at the cleavage. Between your girls 40/4.4 rack. My wicked raps is always in contact. Overrid embalm i'll obam ya on a whole bunch of thumb tacks cracking necks. Leaving heads back then a pile of flats. Get it straight for pete's sake fuck off. Have a nice day. I'm here sitting waiting for my date. Don't be the one to try to step yourself to the plate & get ya neck haxed back. That's fact intact bitch can't fuck with this. Wreckerkris wicked shit you can't fuck with. Can't fuck with. You can't fuck wit. Wicked shit it's wreckerkris wrecking shit. They don't know bout this wreckerkris. I leave 'em to not exist. In a mass of wickedness. I'm out heha
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