Bwvlf - Quentin

When you get this sick you need elixir
Averaging triple double homicides on Christmas
Power to the people motherfucker put your fists up
Had your ass running up and down like a zipper
Mister
Get your body bagged like a kilo
You ain’t callin shots if you airballin a free throw
Mayhem on the streets when you run with my amigos
Fuck around, they gon have to go and call RICO
Mr. Suavecito, get you smoked like a puro
Cottonnelle motherfuckers but we going duro
Step in the ring with this lyrical sumo
Bodyslam 16 bars im fucking sucio
Man the language we speaking is fucking gibberish to you
Pay attention just listen cuz you just gotta hear the truth
And if I had a dollar for every lying motherfucker
I’d probably be escobar with all the gunners
Woah, woah, woah, chill haha
Alright, alright
Sweater sleeves
In this weather, please
Every verse is a full clip Beretta sneeze
Bang
Night of the living dead
It’s like I’m talking through a walkie talkie to
Walking zombie head
No point in this conversation
Give me your next track and I can drop the body at the train station
If you can picture this shit I’m sayin'
I could make a movie about it like Quentin Tarantino, insane
I’d call it “In Vain”
'Cause that’s how most of these rappers end up dying after they think that I’m just playin'
Darth vader of this rap shit
All black, sick mask
It’ll finish singing with the fat chick
And then you’ll know that I am that sick
The fastest to come back like your ex with her last pick
Sheesh
Alright give me one more
Cut, print, check the gate, moving on
This scene, i murder you on a 2 minute song
Marker
No ones ever seen such aesthetic
Paint a perfect picture for you just so you can get it
If you ever got attention, listen closely cuz I meant it
Like the 82nd element, it’s probably ‘cause I let it
Haha get it?
Heavy metal disposition on this mission
My mental state is involuntarily dissin’
A piece of mind is what I’m offering for peace of mind
If you don’t accept it then I’ll just get this piece of mine
I’m talking ‘bout my music please don’t get it twisted
Like your tongue when you rap along to Slim Shady tracks, mister
I’ll bend the game backwards like twister
And snap it in the palm of my hand right in front of you just to make you listen
Wooo!
Alright, I think I’m done
Pure, beautiful, lyrical murder
I meant it
Cut!
I’m just playing, Hip-Hop, you know I love you

Written by:
Brandon Ortiz

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