9of0ne and Prodegetic - Lyrical Injection

Yo
My lyrics flow like tidal waves
Bitches gonna die today
Pull the pin on 5 grenades
Eat them all that's what I call
A migraine in my brain
Fragments of my frontal lobe
Still laying on the highway
If it was my brain stem
It would've ruined my day
And to think its only 5 pm on a Friday
Goddamn
I'm pretty wild with my raps
Liars can get slapped
I Spit so much shit the apps staff
Would be liable for anything said on a track
That's not a threat its a fact
So they're not hating on my craft
They're just hating on my greatness
And ability to carry cadence
When I'm kicking ass
The reason I don't ever hide my battles
Is because they claim to be a beast I'm steady ready
Waiting with the saddle
Play them like a brittle fiddle
Then I slay them with a paddle
Saying I'mma battle
Yeah I got them shaking like a rattle
So yeah that's just how I spit
You fucks can get dunked on while sucking 9 dicks
If you really think you can beat us then fucking try it
I best not ever catch you ducking my diss

Y'all make songs that should not be in the charts
In the first place
Making mad money off of your socials
In your first days
Observe ways
And elevating music with my wordplays
That is considered being the best
Present on your birthdays
I've obtained the level of subconscious writing
That is deeper than the bottom of the ocean
And the mind of fish that's swimming in
And you've obtained a level
Of dumb consciousness that's living in
You're tryna think of bars
But I see your head is steaming man
I mean I'll be the demon when
I take your worthless lives
Rapping arrogantly
On stage some nervous guys
I heard your cries
Close your eyes
As I expose your size
Which is smaller than your ego
So I scold your bride
You've organized the whole wedding
Without a sober wife
But as it turned out
Everything you said has altered lies
A soldier dies
When y'all chilling in your mansions
Isn't that ironic how y'all wanted cream
But not attention
I'm a true lyricist so I got to make confessions
It was me and Prodegetic that beat you
And you wifey for a lesson
We're being those guys
That ain't nobody dares to test and
You're just a bald guy
Who's parents got a porn collection

It's me they let me off my leash and
Now I'm back to rapping
Don't say that you're better than us
Because boy you capping
What you spit is average
What we spit is magic
What you spit is gonna get your ass kicked
You ain't my buddy I ain't gonna dap shit
Fuck you and your momma she a fat bitch
First hoe sent to mars and she cracked it
Now that you can see that I can really fucking spit
Spewing these rhymes with
The flow that I can switch
I really do not fuck with this trap shit
You are not a gangster just because
You slap chicks and grab tits
I don't care if you got guns
89% of America's got one
AKs, pistols, shotguns
It's lots of fun
When your shottie's pumped
And you're popping cunts

Hold on brother I think I got a bit more to spit
Stored a script
That'll leave you with distorted lips
Scorched and ripped
Forced to flip
Another line but it was fortunate
Plus I'm self caring like a
Mother effing orphan is
Tortured kids
Are growing up all seeing orphanage
But they will end us listening good music
Which is sort of lit
Corn and chips is something
Mumble rappers grew on
With intentions making more money
By their new songs
But I'mma tell you now
This is not an attack
Nor any type of diss track
But neither respect
So expect
Nothing but a feedback
To what the hell you kick cat
So as I'm kicking this fat
You're never gonna flip back

Written by:
Evan Gilman, Henry Shekoyan

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