Funkzilla v. K-Otik
- Thread starter Stealth
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-it's nothing but the subliminal lyrical vandel../
-that spits nothing but the dentramental flows that no one can handle.../
-the person that drops crack into your blood sample../
-so you have no chance in passing your medical, i know i'm so influental.../
-they told me i hold the power to become presidental.../
-cause i spit nothing short of the esentals, hypnothising millions of individuals.../
-i know i hold the potenial, to make this seem sensual.../
-but in reality, i'll have you walkin to your funeral, k-otik, the lyrical general.../
-startin this battle with funkzilla, look ya'll, it's Matelda.../
-tryin to stab me with his umbrella, fuck that, i'll make you look weaker than rockafella.../
-if your a diabetic, let me poison you till i can claim your annarexic.../
-but i'll hesitate to call the paramedics, instead, i'll step on your head till i damage your cerbal cortex.../
-fuck listening to funkzilla, put on some funkadelics.../
-cause i gain knowledge from relics, not people who spit lyrcial word wrecks
-never mind my poor spelling, concentrate on your brain swelling.../
-cause theres no telling how long it'll take to make this another k-otikal killing
-that spits nothing but the dentramental flows that no one can handle.../
-the person that drops crack into your blood sample../
-so you have no chance in passing your medical, i know i'm so influental.../
-they told me i hold the power to become presidental.../
-cause i spit nothing short of the esentals, hypnothising millions of individuals.../
-i know i hold the potenial, to make this seem sensual.../
-but in reality, i'll have you walkin to your funeral, k-otik, the lyrical general.../
-startin this battle with funkzilla, look ya'll, it's Matelda.../
-tryin to stab me with his umbrella, fuck that, i'll make you look weaker than rockafella.../
-if your a diabetic, let me poison you till i can claim your annarexic.../
-but i'll hesitate to call the paramedics, instead, i'll step on your head till i damage your cerbal cortex.../
-fuck listening to funkzilla, put on some funkadelics.../
-cause i gain knowledge from relics, not people who spit lyrcial word wrecks
-never mind my poor spelling, concentrate on your brain swelling.../
-cause theres no telling how long it'll take to make this another k-otikal killing
1st of all none your words make any sense 2 any power
im dirty like 25 hookers who dont shower
cross devour in every section n every hour
i bring Funk from god zilla like crackers who drop flour
i see pussy through the seem of ya dress yall frauds cowards
wit seosoning salt on ya wounds you get devoured
ate like a chicken fried bitch wit no direction
you throw lines blow out your back wit interceptions
i bend u like a rubber band till ya mid section bendin
i have the right 2 bare arms on wack cats its my ammendment
u delicatessian
part swine part beef u chickin
do the distance
I leave non existante
K-otic?...U gay and idiotic
I see ya wack face take a breath n spit up on it
cross the logic
I intervine throgh vision like nastradamus
abomination im a cross face between nas n common
n stay flossin bomin ya squadren like bin LADIN
Pardon me pass the mic u deserve the best homie
thats why i got A S.k.s
aimin at your chest homie
im livin color live in direct
45 n tech its spittin rapid fryin ya chest
loo wise im triton u spittin fruity loops
u n ya troops get laced you fack i lace up ya boots
u the lyrical general?? generally takin shit out of proportions
leathal forcin im all pro on your abortion
u Homo stealin my mojo Dr Anus
I run game you flagrant
Bitch made on the stages
Amazin fruitiness
you wack pack like Ludacris
stay slumpin leave u wit nuttin but cold cuts like louis rich
u Poultry
Put ya syndrome down u clowns remind me of corky
Check ya engine you aint knockin cuz u 10 W 30
Verbally I murder rap cats in the 1st degree
Rap mercinary i clap at ya wackness like master p
battle the bosses u garbage like TRAGIC LOSSES
start static regardless we gon clap at ya cartlige
im a 509 vet nobody bring it like us
its me Q n Certified got this city n cuffs
...WHAT THE FUCK
Goood Shit K-otik
No lie Holla
im dirty like 25 hookers who dont shower
cross devour in every section n every hour
i bring Funk from god zilla like crackers who drop flour
i see pussy through the seem of ya dress yall frauds cowards
wit seosoning salt on ya wounds you get devoured
ate like a chicken fried bitch wit no direction
you throw lines blow out your back wit interceptions
i bend u like a rubber band till ya mid section bendin
i have the right 2 bare arms on wack cats its my ammendment
u delicatessian
part swine part beef u chickin
do the distance
I leave non existante
K-otic?...U gay and idiotic
I see ya wack face take a breath n spit up on it
cross the logic
I intervine throgh vision like nastradamus
abomination im a cross face between nas n common
n stay flossin bomin ya squadren like bin LADIN
Pardon me pass the mic u deserve the best homie
thats why i got A S.k.s
aimin at your chest homie
im livin color live in direct
45 n tech its spittin rapid fryin ya chest
loo wise im triton u spittin fruity loops
u n ya troops get laced you fack i lace up ya boots
u the lyrical general?? generally takin shit out of proportions
leathal forcin im all pro on your abortion
u Homo stealin my mojo Dr Anus
I run game you flagrant
Bitch made on the stages
Amazin fruitiness
you wack pack like Ludacris
stay slumpin leave u wit nuttin but cold cuts like louis rich
u Poultry
Put ya syndrome down u clowns remind me of corky
Check ya engine you aint knockin cuz u 10 W 30
Verbally I murder rap cats in the 1st degree
Rap mercinary i clap at ya wackness like master p
battle the bosses u garbage like TRAGIC LOSSES
start static regardless we gon clap at ya cartlige
im a 509 vet nobody bring it like us
its me Q n Certified got this city n cuffs
...WHAT THE FUCK
Goood Shit K-otik
No lie Holla
