Monsters

cll competition needs to fucking run
Cause BeKay and cl Tarba decided to do another one
Bark at ya, mark you with a Krylon abort crews
You a sparkler, I'm a time bomb with a short fuse
Words are dramatic, lock herbs in the attic, blast a fiend doused in gasoline like a burn fanatic
Yearn for static, grab my battle axe go a-wall, You out of whack you'll stay small, I splatter cats like paintballs
You get no respect like a loose tube top
cnd you got no flow so you go boost tupac's. Your girl just wants to get piped up that bitch said
That kids don't come correct like a sliced up dick head
cnd if you think I'm not nice
Bird brain, I'll put the shotty to your head and make chicken fried rice
Then I'll run up with a spoon and lick it up right
But Im thinking I might go necro and stick in that pipe !
Yo pretend you nice, I'll dead you twice, turn men to mice, pile drivers on beds of spikes. Have you taping the segment, while I'm defacing your men quick, we blatant to set shit, so you facing a death wish
cnd in seeing whose Slyer, I'm even beating MacGyver
BeKay got the power to spit without secreting saliva
Your click I might happen to slap, they rhyme habits is whack, pigeons and chicken stick to me, like addicts to crack
Commit hazardous acts, these rappers is whack, while my lyrics be packing the fat, so heavy they flatten the track
My Styles blazin, violent and wildin
Like John Wick mixed with the first minutes of Saving Private Ryan
You fools be foul, my crew Be Wild
Mama Said Knock You Out LL Cool J Style
Then Ill fuck all your bitches till they coochies smile
Cause I run all over these tracks like Boobie Miles!!! (man)