Artist/Crook ft. JTO & Lethal Needle

Sicker than sid vicious leave bitches 66 stitches I'm rippin since sza scissored for some sinny kisses, quit snitchin you bitch I'm comin in swinging duckin and flinging fuckin up what the hoes bringing, yo quit singin. Take it serious the first time, been plottin on you ever since I spit my first line, combine everything that you fear, leave you paranoid whispering sin into your ears. I am become death. Destroyer of humanity, my bars bring big things bangin bitchin calamity, blame baby boomers bringin bands of insanity, alliteration alters the flow, I do it randomly. I am the cannon me, packin a can of meat, blatherskiting on the beat, fighting the Ban on heat, feet, tree and the opies, heroin hold up bitch oh please. That one's gonna piss off my OG's. Obie- trice coulda produced it, I came late to the party of music but now that I'm here, watch DeDom abuse it, I'm paddling this bitch harder than (fill in the blank) could do it. Turn the beat to my bitch, on the street what's the sitch, see my flow watch the switch, steal your dope- check my clips, ain't no time, check your wrist- I'm coming for all that, watch, shoes, coat, phone and your ball cap.

I wanna rap-I don't know how the fuck to write a hook, this ain't the shit they teach us in the books. I say I'm an artist or a crook. What the fuck you think it is?

I started writing, so Aesop could slack off had a ball point since jarv dropped that slack jaw I'm new to it but ahead of the pack dog, ruthlessly abusin this bitch when I Jack off comin to conclusions to which some have bad cause, bring her to the back to smack her with cat paws, truthfully it sounds like a faint applause but fuller and ferocious in nature with no pause. I am your new god. Now bow down and worhship, my first command buy a how now cow and murk him. Is it workin? Is fate misaligned? Malignighted melodized patrons arrive. Faced with complacent cadence in time. Heard a shit adjacent new rhyme. Pace and a drive, placing a line, drawing up a parallel to Grace. I'm Devine. Place and a time? We're gonna fight friend, kill a little bitch before they even get their license, Mike Tyson liked him so strike twice then dice him, a knife fight with ricin tied twins, tight ends break off and cut up the centerfolds a world of flows in bowls below so grab that shit and fuckin toke. Oh shit, where the fuck my motivation go?

What the fuck

I wanna rap- I don't know how the fuck to write a hook, this ain't the shit they teach us in the books. I say I'm an artist or a crook. What the fuck you think it is?

My flow feels dubious when you find I'm new this but I'm still doin Rubik's cubes n shit while bustin gluteus- Maximus fall off of your ass less this is, the new hype shit you haven't quite heard yet, been bettin yinnie falls off? I wouldn't double it. I been underdoggin since bubba yuggas (baba yaga) brothers rubber slipped. Tap a can and pack a half a lip a dip, you think this is my final form? Let me spit this shit. Yo.

I'm meaner than chuck Manson, fuck dancin, both cannons, loaded aiming totaled what a Buicks wheel ransoms. Ima fuckin freelancin, speed bannin freak fanning fan of her pee pants. Smokin Fuckin weed plants