Intro

[Verse 1: Skitz]
I'm dusting off the throne
Wipin' down my grind
The city is mine
I'm on time like bombs BOOM
Nigga move give me room
I break loose with my goons this is a zoo
And mikecheck be the crew so get it too
We are rockstars in hot cars vroom
Smell the fuels burnt 'till I get in the tubes
Grip them street light feet on them chrome '22s
And the shoes match the kit the whip
Lookin' like it just bought a fit we ballin'
And I'm Jordan nobody can't gaurd 'em
'Cept I played for New Orleans the Hornets
You niggas bark but I'm a shark in the water
And my bars like George Jimmer songs are starvin'
Can't take it no more my stomach growlin'
Soundin' like a swallowed a lion and I am
Back in position yeah, back in the kitchen
Pyrex vision in a Pyrex lyricist
No dishes let my mine start mixing it
And whoever hears it is now part of my experiment
They fearing it, I am like a nightmare
Werewolf in the moonlight, no life spared
I'm right here cooler than a night's air
Air to the throne hold on that is my chair
And I swear on my mother's heartbeat
I'm goin be king of the duck hutch and star ski
Please that ain't even tryna start me
I'm on my Gnarls Barkley
Crazy, warm 'em Skitz

[Verse 2: Dy]
I've been through the downfalls
I'm starring in the mirror yeah
Lookin' at my eyeballs
Blood pressure raising
Got me with a high pulse
I'm stressin' not thinking 'bout the blessings
Depression got me with a greed
Ease, pocket sick feet they stomach aching
Got me dressed in all black like The Undertaker
Hot shots will burn 'em, like the son of Satan
Six and six with a sick scent that's stronger than six men
I'll never fold
I'm clever so I stay smother than leather
Sharper than an ice pick
Dawg I'm on my mussle can't bite
My lyrics entice 'em
To esolve cuz these bars cause bloody pads
East side that match that bloody flag I call Suwoo
Filmed Like I fucking crashed
But it's time to explode
And boy I got game like I been here before
But this rush got me hushed
And ready to blow cause my flow will drown the boat like down the goat

[Verse 3: Flow]
Ok I'm tired bruh ya rhymes suck
Go and step ya rhymes up
I'll wipe my ass for every page from ya rhyme book
Shitty flow really tho
I spit it for' when I'm shittin' on niggas you smell it through the stereo
Notice I'm focus don't provoke me to toast ya
My mind's a bomb my rhymes is all types of explotions
Motherfucka get in line
LSU is the boazzest boast
That chop you in half, I hope they can sow ya
Like a tried to advise you violence is not cool
Them bitches pretenders they are women wearing costumes
Leave yo ass floating like a message in a bottle
Put you in the coffin in the dirt like a fossil
I am from New Orleans where I dare you to follow
Them rivals are liable to chop you and pop you
Young [?] spitting verses out the bible
So creative for more words than a novel