Lyrical Purgatory

For everyone out there thinking about it, all I can say is "Don't"

Lyrical cheat codes, the ethos MC wrote at 19

Shooting 16s like free throws and he knows

These rappers gon' test him 'cause they chose to not de-compose

A whiff of my shit could bleed noses

We know this, if it sound this good then I wrote this

So then your bitch on Instagram will listen and quote this

I'm flyin' in that bitch head, fuckin' up focus

A fat bitch, the only time I wink, stop a whiff

Yo bitch, I find a way to get my opponent, your body in a bag

The only time I hold upon this

Poke this, I poke this, whatever your throat is

You bit more than you can chew and now you are choking

We know this

Fundamental skill what you lackin'

He tried to mess with MC and then MC pop whacked him

We smacked him, try to copy MC, it happened

You stepped outside your comfort zone, now run your ass back in

Your bitch so flat, I'm wondering where her back ends

And on the back end, MC keeps on attacking

Back to back words spewing like the season

When you wanna beef with MC, they call him that for a reason

Like wow, MC yo' shit down like Chris Down

We dig out yo' shit hopin' that they don't miss out

This bitch down, runnin' his mouth in the big south

So I'm pleased, what the fuck is this bitch bout?

At six, wasn't playin' with sticks

But yet pens, listenin' to Tupac, Wu-Tang, and Eminem

I'm precise with every lyric I write, I've been droppin' gems

Winnin' for the town to spit like I purposely harness plans

Bitch, bring all the beef, I am not in need for no friends

I was watched before my enemies, just to diss them again

My words can lock you in the mental state, how it stands

You rappers ain't that talented, while we play and pretend

I stay hard like I had to, take three pills of Viagra

Just so I can see you all fall like Niagara

So hot that I'm spittin' out plasma

Yo bitch on my lap got me feelin' like Santa

It's Christmastime, this gift of mine

We'll rip your mind with different lines

My wrist divine, bitch, we ain't the same

You can never do like I do

And just like if it's coke, I'm finna show you what these lines do

Let's make it clear, you rappers can't fuck with me

You all just sit and suck my dick, the way they see what comes from me

Put off a different strand of DNA, look up to me

My muscle attending to my bone, I call that joint custody

And fuck you and your mama if you never heard of me

My words hurt, murk, and burn **** to a third degree

A loss against MC is a certainty

Breath flows through my blood, that's why it flows so perfectly

And **** never under-

(Cut the track, it's all good, yeah, I'm done)

(It's all good, it's a trip)