Cypher Session II
Lecxs Ahziz & Katie Tropp
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[Intro: Katie Tropp]
Cypher session part two!
[Verse 1: Katie Tropp]
The mic dangles above like I’ma knock you out
I enter the ring ready to rock this crowd
I look around while my heart starts to pound
I’m ready to go and battle to the final round
My cardio is excellent try to keep up
My mind never stops moving always on the run
Always on my grind never in a slump
That is how you know that I’m better than you chumps
I make a sexist little bitch so uncomfortable
All he do is talk shit like a woman do
My rhymes got em feeling so combustible
It ain’t a myth my tongue is the strongest muscle
I can strike at any given moment step back
Thе Krazy Kracka’s on the loose and ready to attack
You know I got morе heart than you that’s facts
We all know my dick is bigger you ain’t gotta ax
I just stopped you in your tracks you dead on wax
Better grab some lube I’m pounding your ass
I can go for days no telling how long this’ll last
Once I’m done with you you’ll be bleeding your pants
I’m so vile and sick in the head
I feel no remorse not even a shred
I know that none of you are really my friends
This is why I choose to be a killer instead
Misunderstood or whatever
All I’m telling you is please remember
My main goal is to dismember
Everyone I meet from January to December!
[Verse 2: Lecxs Ahziz]
I’m ready for war so please try to box
Fuck a fair one, I keep battery filled socks
Watch where you step, I’m not to be mocked
I fly over head leave ya awe and shocked
Cock back and aim then take a breath
Three pounds of pressure, cats marked for death
Please talk shit, I got rounds you can catch
Stamina unattainable, y’all out of breath
Motherfuckers keep talking I can’t hear
Motorcycle redlining in sixth gear
Kimber on my side, see us in ya rear
And I ain’t afraid to put a round in ya ear
My backs a road map of knife carvings
Tattoos of people that can’t get harmed be
Lecxs on his Wu-Tang here to swarm thee
Envious morherfuckers like Killa army
I stay up in ya face cause I don’t creep
Keep ya chick in her place, cause I go deep
You can war wit me, but you gonna sleep
Eternally, so don’t fuck wit the Grim Reap
I’m versatile, push American, German, Asian
And Kimber will push through any persuasion
Rip through your meat tissue, never graze them
IV’s and shit bags is needed to save them
From the inner city call me a sickness
Fuck wit my kids, kick that ass wit the quickness
I’m the main dude and that’s your mistress
Stop calling her phone, mind ya business
Fake cats talking, neighbor eat a dick
And since you pussy, neighbor eat a bitch
You eating rounds thru Abercrombie & Fitch
Is the only way I know to silence a snitch
Cypher session part two!
[Verse 1: Katie Tropp]
The mic dangles above like I’ma knock you out
I enter the ring ready to rock this crowd
I look around while my heart starts to pound
I’m ready to go and battle to the final round
My cardio is excellent try to keep up
My mind never stops moving always on the run
Always on my grind never in a slump
That is how you know that I’m better than you chumps
I make a sexist little bitch so uncomfortable
All he do is talk shit like a woman do
My rhymes got em feeling so combustible
It ain’t a myth my tongue is the strongest muscle
I can strike at any given moment step back
Thе Krazy Kracka’s on the loose and ready to attack
You know I got morе heart than you that’s facts
We all know my dick is bigger you ain’t gotta ax
I just stopped you in your tracks you dead on wax
Better grab some lube I’m pounding your ass
I can go for days no telling how long this’ll last
Once I’m done with you you’ll be bleeding your pants
I’m so vile and sick in the head
I feel no remorse not even a shred
I know that none of you are really my friends
This is why I choose to be a killer instead
Misunderstood or whatever
All I’m telling you is please remember
My main goal is to dismember
Everyone I meet from January to December!
[Verse 2: Lecxs Ahziz]
I’m ready for war so please try to box
Fuck a fair one, I keep battery filled socks
Watch where you step, I’m not to be mocked
I fly over head leave ya awe and shocked
Cock back and aim then take a breath
Three pounds of pressure, cats marked for death
Please talk shit, I got rounds you can catch
Stamina unattainable, y’all out of breath
Motherfuckers keep talking I can’t hear
Motorcycle redlining in sixth gear
Kimber on my side, see us in ya rear
And I ain’t afraid to put a round in ya ear
My backs a road map of knife carvings
Tattoos of people that can’t get harmed be
Lecxs on his Wu-Tang here to swarm thee
Envious morherfuckers like Killa army
I stay up in ya face cause I don’t creep
Keep ya chick in her place, cause I go deep
You can war wit me, but you gonna sleep
Eternally, so don’t fuck wit the Grim Reap
I’m versatile, push American, German, Asian
And Kimber will push through any persuasion
Rip through your meat tissue, never graze them
IV’s and shit bags is needed to save them
From the inner city call me a sickness
Fuck wit my kids, kick that ass wit the quickness
I’m the main dude and that’s your mistress
Stop calling her phone, mind ya business
Fake cats talking, neighbor eat a dick
And since you pussy, neighbor eat a bitch
You eating rounds thru Abercrombie & Fitch
Is the only way I know to silence a snitch
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