Tyrone/ ThisYaBoyTyrone - Donkey Cong

This is my year so let’s get it craccing
I’m good with the beats
Now im back to rapping
Dropping my songs you can feel this passion
If I don’t pop
Then it’s back to trapping and
I think that I’m losing my mind
These funnels keep making me high
They twisting the storm that’s inside
The cycle of merry go rides
I’m
Too hot for radio
Beating your stereo
Eating like Terrio
No we not playing hoe
Dig what I’m saying though
Monsters outside of your house
They bite and
Leave holes in his body like Cheerios
You think that we scared of ghosts?
Choppas
Beheading those
Sweeping the streets
Like we doing chores
Lose one of mine
Taking four of yours
Please don’t get shot
Just for making noise
I’m swift with the knife
And blade with the swords
Please don’t get sliced
In your vocal chords!
Been off the chain
Should be in a ward
They say I’m too lyrical
Niggas not hearing you
Say slow it down for
Your little group
I’m back in the game
That’s not gonna change
I’m lighting it up
Like I do the booth
Get on the track then I beat my chest
Spitting these bars till I’m outta breath
Gotta keep going got foot on necks
Go go gadget
Cuz I keep the techs
Keep on flowing I ain’t finished yet
I’m on attack like a grizzly bear
On they back like I was a shell
I’m through the door like my name was kel
Asylum flow I need a padded cell
I’m doing right so she got left
No losing sight or the vision fails
If it do or die then I wish them well

Written by:
Tyrone Spann Jr

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