i don't have a gat, kid, rapping is my weapon
i spit jagged daggers that'll stab you in the melon
eating rappers like a cannibal and i'm confessing
yall are just a snack for my hannibal impression
i lash through ya flesh, take the last of your breath
i wrap shit up sharp like some glass in ya sess'
i'm blessed, keeping it low as the eyes of shiva
on any night, pilk' is a pro on the mic receiver
just like a leader, i never have to follow trends
you have nothing on the inside, you're just hollow men
.. mannequins, my verbal sins shatters limbs
i spit rhymes that'll have you missing like Madeleine
living in the deepest waters, you're just paddling
i'll crack ya chin and it'll kill you just to crack a grin
meanwhile, i'll be knocking back jack & gin
slash ya skin and unwrap the wrapping you came packaged in.
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