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splytsecond – godspeed lyrics

this a murder scene converting a rapper to witness puttin end to the runnin of mouths whenever they stackin the digits, plus the method is great i’m wrecking the slate this indefinite fate i’m lookin for a record to break and i’d end up flatterin guinness
make you merk your replay b-tton as shove a mars bar up your -n-s take one of the rings off saturn and spin it, kung lao style take ya melon off i’m tellin y’all that my speed gives me the ability to travel the world in a matter of minutes

testin me is a mistake or an error took it easy on you fools to be the greater samaritan, now i lift em up as knowledge of your weight is imperative as i go off of the top dome like a native american
to window to the wall with the cr-p, you are all gettin smacked and hacked up in to little slithers of meat lumped with yo lettuce and cheese and bread and ya beef imma treat this delicacy like my verse and call it a rap

9 to 5 daily the way that i’m serving flows hotter than a pot of lava thats burning slow, day goin not so well stop by the taco bell quesadillas enchiladas and burritos
bury compet-tors ya mans with the medal put you under the ground you can dance with the devil, an immediate factor so the sweetest of rappers get feasted upon like candy by hansel and gretel

anybody disobey i’ll make you dissipate left in disarray with nothin the get the misery to stop, if it’s a triple play i’ll incubate then incinerate ya chick have her lookin like a chicken tatter tot
pic-sso painting my picture have a little hater cropped like cirque de solei when i desolate, and i separate the real from the fake and then proceed to pop rappers leave the game with an empty and desecrated top

badda badda badda badda badda badda beeda when a rhymer start to speed up you will find i’m not calmer cheetah, tony starkin thee phony don’t gotta drop a beat a cl1ckitty clackity pow is gonna be the onomotapeia
parker climbing on the walls to see the barkin gs across the street who talkin sweet like he was gonna pop repeaters off he need to, stop he need to drop and need to roll up outta here you don’t know nadda not a otter don’t gotta prop ya feet up

my philosophy is possibly the harder creed as i believe that i’m the meanest i defeated ahmedinajodessy, i proceed to lock the key inside of me you not a g you like a muslim spending ramadan with margaritas
the economy in dire need of poppy seed and pasta pita bread and hot fajitas look at the clock and see it time for dinner puttin stuffed chicken inside of the oven is as close as you’ll have ever gotten to c-ckin heaters

spirit of rebel’s gonna die with me terrorizing pedestrians i’m a menace to society, you softer than b-lls made of cotton so how can you claim god status when you never reach the level of a deity
i’m up at horizon throw a punch now its the crack of dawn, i am the tomahawk that hits you from all the way across the map you do your practice on and you watch the k!ll cam for too long now you have to sp-wn

believe it or not the speed of a god is irrelevant to the topic that i’m speakin upon the beacon of raw, syllable count is ridiculous as a deleted bizarre scene with a star famous all over the world for being a freak in a car and keepin it hard and probably give her an std
receiving the yard for being r-t-rded how could you not see messin with me is definitely gonna be costly, there is nothin in your power you can do that could stop me, but if you wanna try good luck and godspeed

- splytsecond lyrics

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