Spazmodic Lyrics

[ti:11 Spazmodic]

Intro

Eyo Na, you got the mic loaded

Spit a verse and make sure we spazmodic

Heyo terry, you got the mic loaded

Spit a verse and make sure we spasmodic (2x)

Our punch lines like chinos

Every time I excel

To illiterate rappers who cant pronounce or spell well

Male ****, feminist keep sending me hate male

Rhymes are heavenly but its known to raise hell

Mirror mirror who’s the hottest of them all pray tell

You’ll envy like I shared a sexy uni with Gabriel

RnB rappers suck up to girls so they can sell

Quick tp go down south like a trip to ATL

Its that time of the month

So im writing raps all day

Punch lines keep flowing

So im with my pad always

Did you get that flowing pad always

Lest go back to when I was writing raps in school hallways

Reading superman comics

*** doctor Dres comics

Speaking bionics my past they said it was demonic

This young boy is mentally disturbed he’s neurotic

Joe spasm dosent exist I was just playing honest

So what if im still living at my mamas

When I say ill kill you

I don’t mean it as a threat but a promise

So call me Nostradamus the predictor of doom

Black on black yeah im fly like a witch on the broom stick

The boogy man just entered the room

To beat somebody up black and blue congratulations is you

Never knew he had a feminine side

To the point he denying in between he’s eyes and he started to cry

Mr Gangster rapper how do you function

The only break you ever knew was working in construction

And all your so called ballers, pimps and players

The only ice you gotta rock is in your refrigerator

Heyo terry, you got the mic loaded

Spit a verse and make sure we spasmodic

Eyo Na, you got the mic loaded

Spit a verse and make sure we spazmodic (2x)

Feel my *** roar

Im so fly is why I rap without floor

Always off the hook that I heed the clarion call

Your guards don’t faze me

I *** all

You don’t carry the gun or spit ill

Men kill that

Bling bling bubble gum rap, I dont feel that

Sounds *** but I swear that shit is still wack

Real raps taking over, words of Jehovah

My punch lines got you bugging like you aint sober

*** like voder

Rip your rhymes to pieces

Your best rappers ill to the weak minds he pleases

He wont be on some fly shit

If he sat on ***

I seizes everything plus his hoe

Now her speaker boxes real busy ***

He’s hype man is like a dry river he dont flow

Your careers like a mouth less hooker

It wont blow

I sure know bluff to enemies I stomp ya

Matter of fact you’s a kid so I konk ya

Marry the beat, divorce it when I want to

This ghost writer just came back to hunt ya

I warned ya now feel the rough of the berserker

Night looker, wack MC tear jerker

I lay more tracks than a Chinese construction worker

Looker fake thug rhymer with verwoliner

Back of you took a good *** your vagina

Been away now im back all hail the niner

No dough when you’re underground like a miner

So im a surface like a diver out of oxygen

Grab my ****

You know big boys ***

You lack substance don’t talk just shoosh it

Your lock is at the edge of the cliff so don’t push it

I take beef to another level

George bushing

Pushing, pushing, pushing

Outro