Originally Posted by Bercat
Call me the biggest, the best, the prophet.
Cuz I kill the fakest, the rest, yo ass. So watch it.
I ignore the weakest, the pests, yo ass. So stop it.
Call me the exterminator. Test my gat and I'll pop it.
Rollin' joints with the ashes of what's left of the defeated.
Role in Aston Martin on the corpses of those that retreated.
Delaying your death. Make like Michael Jackson and Beat it.
Before I shoot you like pac and then history's repeated.
We got rats in the front room, roaches in the back.
My crew at your front door with a baseball bat.
Take a mighty swing. And in return your legs react.
Next you're laid out on the concrete, two broken knee caps.
Post 420!
Bigger men taken down with one fatal sweep,
Naive nigga, know my name, know I lay em' to sleep.
Puff 2 piece and grew spleens to sacrifice a sheep,
Same as the rhyme you run, away for fate to leap.
Enough with the abstractica, more with the automatic,
Plenty of em' here and you sound like you tryin' to catch some static.
Nigga been happy-go-lucky typing from Aunt Lucky's attic,
Keep acting like it's a game and I swear it'll get traumatic.
Large contradictory if were talking about fake,
Hell, I'm relaxed as Ferris Bueller with the drugs that I take.
Villages wait. Court date 8th Ber stabbed with a stake,
It's still in his face when you visit his wake.
is kyure alive?
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