Lit Shit

[Verse 1: Lyr1c]
Got gravitational pull, imma plummet
Falling down to Earth cause I fucking run it
Pokerus flow on his ass, can't stomach
Death note in hand, god of death Shinigami
Leave em and I beat em, imma bag another body
Pump his ass kinda fast, 7 damage with the shotty
I'm flowing and I'm going and showing no one
I kill em with the rhythm and I kill em like the motherfucking yellow Flash
So I gash and I slash with the blade
Hit em in the middle with an AK-47
I fucking rush B with a grenade
Defend the fucking bomb, Mac-11 with the Fade
All about the skins cause you all got played-
By the beast, imma feast on your bones deceased
By the clones cause I hit when I go
Ozone layer, I'm and old school slayer
So I kill em with the ryhthm and I kill em when I go, bitch

[Verse 2: Adam Purski]
I'm the one holding the manual when I'm rolling in automatic
This rap shit, it'd be the outlet
Absorbing all of it's power like Goku but I'm not reaching up to the 9k just yet
Why should I flex when I haven't even gained these reps?
And they're telling me I should be joining em, joining scams
I don't really wanna do that again
Motherfuck that like incest, I bust back
Ummm, I give you my train of thought whenever I bus back
"What the fuck? Why you doing this rap shit, you dumbass?"
Thinking you the shit, motherfucker you should dump that
Bars have em jumping out their chairs like a thumbtack
Now you're telling me that they would never really want that?
Fuck it; I'm going in like a needle to the cerebral
The studio is where I'm operating lately
Hibernating and I'm waiting to pop like an alien in your stomach after my forming is done and I'm ready to cause ruckus
I'm ready for more fuckwits to get me in more trouble
Dissing the enemy, never with empathy
You ain't a friend to me; you ain't a friend to me
You be coming with the backstab, it's a cheap shot
Like the bars bad like my raps back in twenty-eleven
I'm ready to sever to anyone who wanna get it