Klean - Murder To The Mic

Oh shiii
Oh shiii

Yo
Murder to the mic I might get into fight
Rhymes so sharp my verse is just a spike
Spike like the new high of COVID cases
Rappers trynna copy my style good thing in not contagious
Aye bitch I'm out the cage quick
Watch me raging
I don't switch lanes
My Chevrolet smooth on the pavement
Shit I've lost my mind call that brainless
I'm be out the box yall be on the same shit

I'm a little weird
With the way I steer
Better get out of my way
Or get hit like a fucking deer
Killing Bambi
I'm a big dog you a shrimp like scampi
Sneak up on you steal your tent while you camping
I'm happy camper that's every season
You ain't believing the level of rapping I be achieving
Do it till my throat is bleeding
My punch lines hit the mic
Good thing this thing can take beating

If I sell my soul I'll get back
Probably at a cheaper price
Cuz the reaper will realize
I'm really not his type
I'm motivated by my lowest
Moments I'm the coldest like ice
Guess I'm going up like I'm on a hike
Like I said I'm going up like a nike price jacket
On a roll like a bike dragging my failures
Right into paradise
I'm not looking back on the past
Cuz if I do I'll be disappointed and despised
By my actions
Spit fire till the beat is ashes
How the fuck you do that
It's kinda like magic
I'm super clean and classy
But if I skip class my teacher mad at me
Good thing I'm passing

Murder on the mic put this shit inside a casket
Pull up on the funeral
And keep on blasting
Shots fired
While I'm laughing
Ill make sure to visit you every couple months
To be certain your times has passed us

Written by:
Maxwell Klimczak

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