Wolfie MC - A.O.S

Looked down on this kid
Called him Shit Nick
But! Now you better look out for him!
Watching him itch at all his zits and
Called him Pick Nick
But! Now you better watch out!
Better look out for him and his fists!
Better just shut your mouth and keep your lips zipped when he's pissed
And he's throwing mad hooks and swings
That could clip you without even looking if you're close enough for him to get a hold of
When he shows up
Roll up looking so tough but you choke up on your own blood
After one punch to the throat fucks you up so much that you throw up
But so what!
Cuz you know what?
There ain't no one I would bow to
So when I come for the crown
I'll be taking the throne too!
I thought that I already told you!
Those friends will mould and throw away their old ways
She'd their old skin like a snake when it's growing
But they're going nowhere
So how are they growing?
How are they coping with the cold air I'm blowing their way?
With no care whatsoever!
Dare, but you'll never be prepared for the pressure
I spray with the cleverest of brains And a temper that could take all the temperature away from the weather that we face
With the anger that's fermenting somewhere deep down In my head
Deep down in my flesh!
Reach down in the depths and you'll see all the death that I saw
When I was eleven but not the eleven you're seeing on Netflix
Kill a couple hundred thousand sheep
When I'm coming rushing down the field
Running people over down the street
Crushing people on a crowded beach
Coming for their blood until somebody crowns me
Kill a couple hundred thousand sheep
When I'm coming rushing down the field
Running people over down the street
Crushing people on a crowded beach
Coming for their blood until somebody crowns me
Shatter your mind when I'm back on my grind and I walk with the dead like Rick Grimes
Don't need shatter or ice cuz I'm trying to outshine your slick rhymes
Trying to find out how high I can fly in the sky till I'm finally hitting my prime
It might be why Icarus died
But I'm still willing to give it a try
Give me a like when I'm giving my life but you can't even give me the time
Give me a sign that I'm different inside and my wisdom can rise from the prison still hiding inside of my mind
Inside of my mind
I'm just so fucking unkind
That's just my design
Nice cunts don't punch in a fight
They run from the sight but that doesn't seem right
Doesn't seem right that a guy can be shy
But the way I was born I was destined to rise to the greatest of heights from the pavement I find in the basement of life
Painting the right pic by playing with light tricks
Pacing in lines if this patience of mine slips
Wasting their time if they're waiting for fine print
I'll be wasting these guys quick
Like I'm playing some GTA 5 shit
I'll be weighing someones hydro
I'll be chasing what I'm owed
I'll be getting the dimes and the gains that I grind for
Getting so high that my heads in a whole different time zone
Slept in the ice for days until I froze
Next to the guys who said I am not cold
Guess who you might find stored inside of the cryo vac doors
When you fight those wars with a psychopath force
I know just how to settle scores like a general with a metal sword in the mental ward
Busting spines when I bust a rhyme
Bumping lines at the front of lines with a couple guys that I trust to ride if it's ride or die
When it's ride or die your friends run and hide from the threat of ops stepping on your block
Then they'll be calling the cops up
As soon as I knock on their front door
So why in the fuck would you stunt for?
If you don't wanna get into a war with me
Better get down on the floor and plead
Bet that they're begging their lord to please
Send them a force or lend them some form of support at least
No one is holding me
Together except for my force of three
That's me, myself and I because
There's nobody else I can trust but me
So why the fuck are you still standing here in front of me?
Kill a couple hundred thousand sheep
When I'm coming rushing down the field
Running people over down the street
Crushing people on a crowded beach
Coming for their blood until somebody crowns me
Kill a couple hundred thousand sheep
Coming for their blood until somebody crowns me

Written by:
Nicolas Filion

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