Murder Scene

[Verse 1]
Take 'em back to the murder scene it hurts to be the the person who verses me I'm version 3 inversion the opposite to all that spit with curses I'm gifted bitch the sickest kid to blurt and
Spurt words with a rhyme and flair
Giving your verse a giant scare
Cause ain't nobody been thrilled or beat been killed motherfucker 'til I am there
I'm the main nigga like a lions hair
Quiet rare savage smiting their trash while they're writing their raps bitch
I wake up and I jog on suns
Fight Bruce lee and the law on once
I'm 2 too i should draw on funds talking bout Gucci Sponsors all my One's
WHOOOOO my god I'm too flame
Been seen with Element in my element fucking sending em' butane
Chemical effect like usain...bolt nigga I'm bound
To not get hyped up when I whoop yo ass fuck boy it's a compound

[Verse 2]
I'm crowned a god in my craft as you can see but frowned upon in the rap community cause musically I'm a nuisance beast and a recluse Cause fame is a stupid thing and
Usually you and me
We ain't getting A-long
So you'll always be negative
When you fuck with A-Non
Hey y'all do you get that?
That shit was a grammar line
Non is like too negative like the west is to Anaheim
My battle cry is like Zeus's trumpet I used to punt kick
You stupid punk kids but now I just get loose and bump shit like who'd a thunk it you losing something
Your will to live my verse what I killed
To give cause I got ms miller and the murderer too and the guy who died in the ill abyss
Of my words I don't give a fuck hoping to crush every
Ho nigga bruh go to the store grab you a can of whoop ass and make me open it up