a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

n-frost – frost flow lyrics

(verse 1)
not a rap devil, you’re a scene kid/
im the best in my class, get beasted/
she’s lying through her t++th like the priest did/
i wanna f+cking watch when you greive b+tch/

my flow persists, cuz im dope as sh+t/
i got to many f+cking records and a hopeless diss/
around the globe, i spit and quit your moaning b+tch/
i got seventy f+ckin hoes, in my boat and sh+t/

we don’t relvolve around, your pathetic life/
ill ram you over, til you f+cking die/
then ill pinch your lung with a gun and knife/
and feast on that sh+t when it turns night/

i don’t really give a f+ck about thе haters/
cuz i know it spit it tough, ill gas em later/
ill call your bluff and thеn ill clap the traitors/
and beat you up like a m+st+rbator/16

i could k!ll anybody with a stick in hand/
im making every f+cking artist come and p+ss their pants/
i be stackin so much paper like a mifflin branch/
you’re not big and tough, you f+cking little man/
ill crucify your second son/
and then beat the sh+t outta f+cking nun/
while their family watches, doin it for fun/
don’t got the funds? well now you’re shunned/

going far, gotta play my cards/
every verse i spit goes way to hard/
i eat up on the beat with cold ass bars/
til i get so sick i think i gotta barf/

dead b+tch, hung on a cross/
back from the dead to reclaim my spot/
they say i’m to fast and that’s all that i got/
but i’mma k!ll a motherf+cker cuz really i’m a god/32

(talking)
b+tch! man, f+ck this sh+t dude
should i even go back in?
i think i gotta little something

(verse 2)
oh sh+t, p+ssy like a motherf+ckin ocean/
dropping a couple bodies like i’m on the f+ckin hoe sh+t/
k!llin anybody who be taking f+cking notice/
take it the grave when a rapper wanna quote this/
hold this, pistol wasn’t really f+cking loaded/
c+ck back and aim and giving em ptosis/
hit em with the flow switch, rolling like a blunt, it+/
went up in there body and they wither in psychosis/

mmm, yeah, that’s a yikes/
you a p+ssy if you thinkin i should pass the mic/
let keep on going at each other, like we’re jim and dwight/
and your music taste the same as mcdonalds sprite/

24/7 every day, im living on the edge/
collected 38 fingers, 9 severed heads/
wanna be a volunteer? meet me at my shed/
and we can make sh+t happen, mr. number 10/

- n frost lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS