CRUSH!

Uurrahhhgg!
Eyes up
Hop in
Wulffy bout to set the record
Cant be fuckin around they be lookin to murder me.
Opps been absurd, scratch it with an intention to kill em
Offended
A master try n test me then I end it
Yeah a termite
On the mic
HC forward
Acolyte
Forward back
Hit the deck
Kenshi how I chop a bitch
Blinded by the mission
Been a menace
I admit it
A demon of pretension
When I'm prayin on retention
Catch a bitch lackin I been on a roll (kick it)
I been slayin beats not profit but the soul
Call me jimi how I'm bout to catch a muthafuckin high (we up)
Tellin all you wack mc's how to write
Yeah I can't stop it
Burnin shit down when I spit quick
Smashin like the hulk
I make it bump at function
Payment? I require placement!
Displacin jits when I write out my basement
Watch me
Stubbin the game wit a buckit of paint, I can't fall when they makin me out to be violent, fuck the entitlement
Losin they sight of it
I can admire but never be fine wit em
Why in the fuck am I still on my own
A vermin who workin it down to the bone.
I been thinkin of freein the best from they throne
I cannot be surmounted I'm ready to throw
Hit the right hook yeah that's why the opps call me Tyson
That's the wrong look, catchin'
Bullets in your ribs then
Fuck you, I don't owe em shit
If you got a problem, then you welcome to a hit
Naw I'ma make em
Jump! Jump!
That's my Modus Operandi
Your flow's gone stale, get a new one from the pantry
Pansy
Did misanthropy catch your fancy?
Beggin for some pity but you bitchin bout a lackey
Honestly, do y'all still believe in talent?
Will all the music in world mean shit when you absent?
Haven't you a fragment of compassion?
Basic is the law of attraction
Funny how you think that you have it
Rappers wanna feel like they important in the grand scheme
I'm just tryna figure out how to make em ends meet
Money, its all about the bands
Make a soulless album and then you push it to the fans
But I ain't wit it
I ain't gonna take it in chin
I'm huffin up my chest blowin all the walls in
*67
Makin all you muhfuckas sweat like you was in a sauna
So get back up on the stage, go to hell and tell em wulf sent cha!