emm – poison lyrics
emm (intro):
(coughs)
yeah
yeah
emm
verse 1:
okay
i go through a sentence pumping a fist call it a punchline
i been k!lling and eatng cats, every battle is lunchtime
on another level of madness, i know i lost my mind
dropping verses on hospital toilets this is sick-sh-t verbal pysco path i rap with a k!ller instict
concrete jungle flow more poisinours dan crazy bee stings
exposing more f-ggot rappers dan -sses on g-strings
i don’t get betta yeah i get worse
they busy with dope lines, f-ck it i got a crack verse
im so ill on mics i don’t spit i vomit
lyrics that spread faster dan bacteria when im coughing
i can sell fire in h-ll and still make profit
my swag is so sharp its like my style came with a razor blade
i don’t rap in small street dats why my rhymes is never fake
i go hard with every line that’s why i never take a break
time is money, so im never late
hard punchline spitter and still knocking out t–th
i carry a butcher knife to the streets cause i love beef
too many verses in my book it’s like i need two mics
lyricaly intelligent it’s like i need 2 minds
nicko
verse 2:
the game is on, i’m playing mind games
i juss wonder why what you do cause yo brain dead
i evode n-ggas like i’m the hurricane
i’m lyrically destructive
i bring confusion every time i rap
im flowing like i’m narrating a story
hypothetically speaking, i’m the sh-t!
i’m stinking up the place
my flow is like.. ultra-sonic waves
n-ggas say my name like i’m a saviour
i go hard, you bicthes smoothen up my way
when i show up, n-ggas say f-ck
i go to war instently (uhhh f-ck!)
i k!ll n-ggas n-ggas when i spit
it’s nicko, the dope d-ck, i f-ck this track and p-ss on my heritary characteristics
yeah n-ggas want my dna
hip hop is in my veins
i’m indigenous to this rap game
yeah, it’s nicko baby
yeah, it’s nicko baby
k9
verse 3:
k9 steppin in, where’s my f-cken compet-tion?
my flow is mathematical, i’m rapping calculations
n-ggas spot fake j’s, but they can’t solve for x
spinal cord karate, jackie chan got my back
shot-put n-gga, i ball so hard
yeah, hip hop is dead, if i don’t play my part
i don’t play with words.. i tell them “go home”
i got a bad b-tch, same colour as doge tone
you hit me with a brick? i hit you with an iphone
my flow is cold, when i rap it does snow
i got these rappers wearing jackets in the studio
turn the soil into mud, f-cken pigs
yeah, okay now im done with the silly rhymes
all red everything like i’m valentine
when i show up all these other rappers 6-9
who got the best verse? huh k9! (true)
like a sleeping judge, n-gga i rest my case
i don’t trust her cause.. i don’t have a choice
i don’t have a choice (redgang)
i don’t have a choice
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