Witty Shit

[Verse:]

Automatically I spaz with heat, leave casualties
Too many suck in this house it’s time to vacuum clean
Clean house, ill shit comes out of this beasts mouth
I leap out a bush and jump those with a weak style
I’m wack? must be deaf dumb and senile
Freestyles leave yall six feet in the deep ground
See clouds appear wanna know what'll seep out?
I brainstorm and creative juices get squeezed out
Peep how I body a body no need for shotties
Beat em up and see they guts fly this shits a hobby
Words are weapons coming with the heat now
Pass a beat and watch me beat a beat It receives a beat down Beat the beat up that beat gon need rounds
Of treatment to recover til another beat down
Odds against me? none but I got ya number
Watch my rain when I reign I speak with thunder
Test the K and get left six feet under
Thats ya blunder your fuck up deal with the conundrum
Like a ship I leave you sunken weak spots I be punchin
Line foes up and start smashing em like pumpkins
Have you ducking and running for cover under ya covers
Take shots with these rhymes and miss no mothafucka
Me quit? must be funnier than Chris Tucker
Spit a verse and see girls with their lips puckered
Eradicate, the massive snakes that aggravate I blast the gauge
With hot rhymes inside it fuck these faking masquerades
My path is layed I rap and say what I have to say
Wack and fake, crap and lame those ain't attractive traits
I lacerate ya back and take a hatchet blade to slash ya face
Attack ya brain with raps I make get cats to praise I activate
The thoughts thats deep inside ya brain the rhymes just maim
Its time to claim the glory cuz my story ends with hype and praise
But truth is this I ain't losing sleep over stupid shit
The foolishness seems to be the focus of this music biz
Hooligans acting like they shit dont stink its ludicrous
Using wit to bless these tracks and wreck these cats im moving in
For the kill this sport is real these shoes you need more to fill
Slaughter mills so you pay the price like fucking water bills
Cold as snow, overload brains with the dopest flows
Rope ya throat, choking foes to death its approaching slow
Who? (KDoubleU) i’m just this deep
Increase of skill brain elite and so witty
A mystique thats sick B cuts through and splits trees
You hit knees when I spit these sick frees on lit beats yea (KDoubleU)