A.Khem - Rottweiler Freestyle (feat. MRNG)

What's orange and sounds like a parrot
Take a mic' and I yap like a rottweiler
Took a hike and you off cos you ain't bother
Bring a fight with a line and a bar smother
Any psycho and kid called to outfox him
Bring the money and the rhymes and we start talkin'
Talk or you slippin' word is wet mopping
All them verbally poppin' it get you no options
You're thinkin' of croppin' up with the rest of the popular people
Waitin' to drop it and they don't mind if you floppin' the regal bitches are hoppin' in 'raris
All a Bacardi party no love and no feelin' sorry
The image priority for 'em take it as warnin' for more and lick it up
They don't want you around unless you sip a cup
When you lay on the ground don't wanna bring you up
Hands down cos they answer to no one
And get em in the background but they still wanna show up
I'm lookin' torn, cringe
When they screamin' shit is soundin' like a door hinge
I'd take a four-inch stick and put it in a fire burin' bright red yellow orange
Stab it in the arm and call the guy a sore bitch
Blood is red like a Corbyn court binge, a coarse tinge
Head is sore, singed, a poor pinch of burn wounds on his face
Smoked cartilage, all of which I show more grins
It's morbid, more of it, cause, endorse, tossin' up rhetoric
You think he's done once then the president betters it,
With the fake fraud, makin' clickbait and hate force
No discourse, we on this course, voice hoarse, ain't in peace got the pieces on the floor
The Capitol destroyed,
What you want, a fuckin' tour?
Listen, don't want you cannibals, amateur anti activists
Climbin' through walls and smackin' shit
Pack it in your vernacular
The cult of Donald pussy grab, look he ran out a fuckin' sham
I would imagine every Manhattan resident with an axe
Oh...Jesus fucking christ.
Take a mic' and I yap like a rottweiler
Took a hike and you off cos you ain't bother
Bring a fight with a line and a bar smother
Any psycho and kid called to outfox him
Bring the money and the rhymes and we start talkin'
Talk or you slippin' word is wet moppin'
All the verbally poppin' it get you no options
Rhyme it or cry it in one of two boxes
A carrot

Written by:
Aaron Khemchandani

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