SHOOTING DICE

[LORD DISTORTION]
She a dirty bitch I gotta wear a hazmat
Suit tie, shoot dice, headed for the mouse trap
Hold weapons that'll turn him to an outcast
Thunder like noise have them looking for a downcast

On god, they be begging me please
Methenfetamine freaks
Got a level in need
They be echoing plees
Making demos that reek
Of poor raps and whack shit
Its better they cease

Splicity splat
Its official its trash
I be nimble
When Flexing
Its
Simple as that

Digital rants
Now riddle me that
Your claiming
So crimin(al)
But your livin so whack

We gon make the floor crack
Kicking in your door man
Gotta couple dollars
But I'm tryna grab for more bands

Your bitch might need a collar
Hollows
Swallow up his whole joint
Rotting at the bottom of the shallows at the coast point

Heavy artillery
Let it off willingly
Heavy dose filling me
Already close to sinking deep

You chose no path
Going slow so fast
I know no cool
On your no show ass

[DEPTH STRIDA]
Bitch i am the devil got that dirty in my vessel
Bitch im on another level people call me kind of special
Try to pull up get fucked up spraying down drop top
Might getting locked up enough of bad luck

I dare you run op on me
Please can't you fucking see
Gang always behind me
We got the fucking key

People wanna test us
Gotta lot of teslas
Mercenaries next up
You shit got me cracked up

You wanna be something
Let me tell you one thing
Reverse flow i pong ping
Your bitch want my long ding

Chinese bitch like p-ling
Your ass need a peeling
Fog stacked to the ceiling
Strida need no briefing

I said fuck your bitch i said fuck your rules
Ay my lyrics ass but my flow still rules
On that cuphead shit on that shoot a school
Ay my civic crashed but i got that too