I was bored yesterday so I decided to put together as many multi's as possible. I thought it actually came out pretty coo', and it's a total of 32 bars so I might lace it over the "My Lifestyle" beat by Fat Joe for a mixtape trac. Anyways, holla with feedback if ya want. ~`1`~
Yo...allow me to introduce myself //
It's the kid that'll use a Wess to reduce-ya-health //
My rhimes'll make you shoot-ya-self cuz I bust-dirty-spits //
I'm sick, run through Alabama screamin' "fuck-dirty-hicks!" //
Look up "sick" in the dictionary you see me with a blade //
Without me the alphabet would be E-F-H //
I ain't for play...spittin' lyrics that's stoppin'-the-clocks //
You'll get robbed-with-a-glock then I'm at the shop pawnin'-ya-watch //
I'm steady dumpin'-on-blocks, steady runnin'-from-cops //
Fuck a witness like WC, speak and I'm bustin'-ya-chops //
Get caught with a blunt-and-some-rocks so I keep Cochran on speed dial //
Hit him up and he's like "c'mon Shellz I already bailed you out of three trials" //
When I freestyle I can cause for whole mountains-to-move //
I got dudes after my book of rhymes like it's the fountain-of-youth //
So watch ya mouth dude cuz I stay strapped with a black burner //
In the back of a Lac poppin' blasts creating a mass murder //
Cookin' my foes like after burners cuz I'm hot-to-death //
Quic to pop-a-Wess but sick enough to chop-ya-flesh //
Send shells to ya pops' chest even ya moms-is-dead //
From the shit I do it's like I got horns on the top of my head //
And around my neck are dogtags so I'll take-ya-ice //
Fuck God...I'ma be the one to take-ya-life //
I'm sprayin' nines, want Shellz you need to wait-in-line //
If I see you with a fine chic then I'ma make-her-mine //
I'ma name-my-price then you'll give me a show-to-do //
Want beef then meet me backstage and I'll put holes-in-you //
Bring a friend? I'll roast-him-too, no remorse-for-dudes //
Bring wars-to-crew but rather be lookin' for hoes-to-screw //
Y'all bonin' dudes...I'm turnin' dudes-to-just-bones //
Spit like I'm usin'-the-chrome to put 2-to-ya-dome //
I'm rude-to-the-bone the type to put that heat-to-ya-ass //
And if we ain't beefin'-with-straps then I'll leave ya teeth-in-the-grass //
Yo...allow me to introduce myself //
It's the kid that'll use a Wess to reduce-ya-health //
My rhimes'll make you shoot-ya-self cuz I bust-dirty-spits //
I'm sick, run through Alabama screamin' "fuck-dirty-hicks!" //
Look up "sick" in the dictionary you see me with a blade //
Without me the alphabet would be E-F-H //
I ain't for play...spittin' lyrics that's stoppin'-the-clocks //
You'll get robbed-with-a-glock then I'm at the shop pawnin'-ya-watch //
I'm steady dumpin'-on-blocks, steady runnin'-from-cops //
Fuck a witness like WC, speak and I'm bustin'-ya-chops //
Get caught with a blunt-and-some-rocks so I keep Cochran on speed dial //
Hit him up and he's like "c'mon Shellz I already bailed you out of three trials" //
When I freestyle I can cause for whole mountains-to-move //
I got dudes after my book of rhymes like it's the fountain-of-youth //
So watch ya mouth dude cuz I stay strapped with a black burner //
In the back of a Lac poppin' blasts creating a mass murder //
Cookin' my foes like after burners cuz I'm hot-to-death //
Quic to pop-a-Wess but sick enough to chop-ya-flesh //
Send shells to ya pops' chest even ya moms-is-dead //
From the shit I do it's like I got horns on the top of my head //
And around my neck are dogtags so I'll take-ya-ice //
Fuck God...I'ma be the one to take-ya-life //
I'm sprayin' nines, want Shellz you need to wait-in-line //
If I see you with a fine chic then I'ma make-her-mine //
I'ma name-my-price then you'll give me a show-to-do //
Want beef then meet me backstage and I'll put holes-in-you //
Bring a friend? I'll roast-him-too, no remorse-for-dudes //
Bring wars-to-crew but rather be lookin' for hoes-to-screw //
Y'all bonin' dudes...I'm turnin' dudes-to-just-bones //
Spit like I'm usin'-the-chrome to put 2-to-ya-dome //
I'm rude-to-the-bone the type to put that heat-to-ya-ass //
And if we ain't beefin'-with-straps then I'll leave ya teeth-in-the-grass //
