Frost Flow

(Verse 1)
Not a rap devil, you're a scene kid/
Im the best in my class, get beasted/
She's lying through her teeth like the priest did/
I wanna fucking watch when you greive bitch/

My flow persists, cuz im dope as shit/
I got to many fucking records and a hopeless diss/
Around the globe, i spit and quit your moaning bitch/
I got seventy fuckin hoes, in my boat and shit/

We don't relvolve around, your pathetic life/
Ill ram you over, til you fucking die/
Then ill pinch your lung with a gun and knife/
And feast on that shit when it turns night/

I don't really give a fuck about thе haters/
Cuz i know it spit it tough, ill gas em later/
Ill call your bluff and thеn ill clap the traitors/
And beat you up like a masterbator/16

I could kill anybody with a stick in hand/
Im making every fucking artist come and piss their pants/
I be stackin so much paper like a mifflin branch/
You're not big and tough, you fucking little man/

Ill crucify your second son/
And then beat the shit outta fucking nun/
While their family watches, doin it for fun/
Don't got the funds? well now you're shunned/

Going far, gotta play my cards/
Every verse I spit goes way to hard/
I Eat up on the beat with cold ass bars/
Til I get so sick I think I gotta barf/

Dead bitch, hung on a cross/
Back from the dead to reclaim my spot/
They say I'm to fast and that's all that I got/
But I'mma kill a motherfucker cuz really I'm a god/32

(Talking)
Bitch! Man, fuck this shit dude
Should I even go back in?
I think I gotta little something

(Verse 2)
Oh shit, pussy like a motherfuckin ocean/
Dropping a couple bodies like I'm on the fuckin hoe shit/
Killin anybody who be taking fucking notice/
Take it the grave when a rapper wanna quote this/

Hold this, pistol wasn't really fucking loaded/
Cock back and aim and giving em ptosis/
Hit em with the flow switch, rolling like a blunt, it-/
Went up in there body and they wither in psychosis/

Mmm, yeah, that's a yikes/
You a pussy if you thinkin i should pass the mic/
Let keep on going at each other, like we're jim and dwight/
And your music taste the same as mcdonalds sprite/

24/7 every day, im living on the edge/
Collected 38 fingers, 9 severed heads/
Wanna be a volunteer? meet me at my shed/
And we can make shit happen, Mr. Number 10/