WY Freestyle over Angel Haze “New York” instrumental

[Verse 1: Lunar C]

Yo, I'm running, running through the jungle
Swinging with an anaconda wrapped around my knuckles
I put gorillas in headlocks, grab them in a huddle?
I spill their blood when I got them, then drown them in a puddle
How come these rappers say they won't change
Then they make a load of gay shit for radio play
That's why I hate the whole game, I ain't saying no names
But I ain't associating with these pagans, no way
I'm on this, I know that it's tough sometimes and I moan
It's just a life that I chose
And you couldn't change my mind if you put a knife to my throat
I'm undeniably dope, big up everyone supporting and fuck your life if you don't
My dick will leave a bitch with a sore throat like she got strangled
Paralysed with a pussy smelling of off mackerel
Getting under your skin like bomb shrapnel
Walking 'round with two fat joints like I've got cankles
You don't know a crew that can rap this hard in Britain
Fly Tippers in this bitch, we be aggy, I'm just chilling
Took your mother to the bedroom, but your dad just started bitchin'
So I smashed it on the landing like a Kamikaze mission
On my birthday a seance, preformed by a cover
Hands in a dark room, I wasn't born I was summoned all of the sudden
I'm just giving you a short introduction and insight into why all my thoughts are disgusting
I'm satan, any church is getting burned down
Body anybody that I battled in the first round
They're angry cause I jumped in the scene and just destroyed it
Fuck a clash; I've never even lost a coin flip
Hah! This is a hard beat pattern
Sounds like a fat bitches ass cheeks clapping
I'm not a rapper, I'm just good at shit talking
Peddle bike pimping, Bargain bin balling
But I ain't fucking with these second rate reprobates
I dead my prey before they get a chance to plan to get away
Yeah, and anyone that makes it to my cellar stays
I got these backpackers hooked like Leatherface
All and you up and comers go and do your homework
Haters on my dick, but I know why they so hurt
I'm killing this so much I'm getting on my own nerves
Dub-Y Bradford, make this mission covert