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3-6 Freestyle

Killah Priest

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    My lyrics grab rappers by their necks and squeeze 'em
    Til they heart burst out they chest, They fucking leaking
    Want to fucking mess my words up, Pistol whip and beat em
    He wanna battle, Leave em, And laugh ha ha, I'm the reason
    M-16 em, Stomp all over his guts in my Timbs
    Macks'll snap off they limbs
    And ain't none of ya'll fucking with him
    The microphone assault rifle, Got ya'll writing my lyrics
    A rap music sharp shooter turn your whip like the twins
    The scope on my throat spit like I'm out flossing
    No, I'm a problem, Fuck it, I'm a monster
    And fuck cops cause I do what I want
    I drive around drunk with no license plates
    Bodies in the trunk, Leaning out the window
    Hollering at just about anything, And punks, No homo
    Talk slow-mo, I'm loco, And that's for dolo
    I'm the body that came out the soul
    I'm a universe that came out the globe
    I'm phenomenal, Gat by the abdominal
    I told my Grandmother when I was ten
    The Devil didn't get inside of me, Cause I got into him
    So if ya'll niggas wanna fuck around, I'll buck you down
    Bust you clowns, This the Psychic World of Walter Reed
    He's somewhere in Brooklyn
    With a rapper tied up with a saw to his knees
    Wearing a bloody tee, I see, If I'm not mistaken
    He's wearing an apron, Smeared with blood across his skin
    He's carving his face in, In the dark basement
    He's laughing, While rapping, Lightning strike
    His scream, He says fucking say my name bitch
    No he's walking into a spaceship
    He looks back, Like he knows I'm watching
    He says something solid, Then he aboards the ship
    Saying Walter, Walter, Psychic World

    {Beat changes)


    I'm coming to getcha, I'm coming to getcha
    I'm coming to getcha, I'm coming to getcha
    Better read your scriptures, I'm coming to getcha
    I'm coming to getcha, I'm coming to getcha
    Sorta like I'm Hitler, I'm coming to getcha
    I'm coming to getcha, I'm coming to getcha
    I'm coming to getcha, I'm coming to getcha
    I'm coming to getcha, I'm coming to getcha
    I'm coming to getcha, I'm coming...

    Who want it, Give it to em, Put the mic through em
    Lyrics are mach tens, Close'n on em like fat twins
    My gat's the Vatican, Confession bullets
    These raps I use em to make pterodactyl music
    Look, They scattering, Words are battle rams
    My heart's like Amsterdam, You a hamster man
    When the hammer go blam, Your body blows up
    Then I watch it shatter fam
    Don't go to sleep it's the Candy Man
    And I don't need a fucking gun, It's destruction on my tongue
    Go ahead, Act like I ain't the one
    The Iron shall come, I don't need nobody to shine
    I am the Sun, The lion has sprung, All ya'll rhyme'n is done
    I spit like God or cayenne in my lungs
    Niggas talk, They nice til my lyrics white chaulk their mic
    Put their thoughts in a vice, And pull em out of they mind
    Nigga when I go at you
    Just know your going against seven hundred Worlds combined
    There's one me and I out number you
    Tell the fucking cops I'll jump you
    My lyrics shot you, My voice kicked you
    It was the rhyme, You felt nine fists punch you
    I puncture, Niggas talk like they hard
    Til they gone through the window, Through the door
    Through the kitchen, Through the bathroom, Through the closet
    Through a fence into an old lady way down the block yard
    Our God and everybody gonna know it, The street poet
    You want beef boy, I decoyed and destroyed
    And yeah I know I said I'm about peace
    The twelve tribes, Conscience rap, But you know what I lied.

    I'm coming to getcha, I'm coming to getcha
    I'm coming to getcha, I'm coming to getcha
    Better read your scriptures, I'm coming to getcha
    Better read your scriptures

    Ha ha ha, That's right I'm breaking prayer hands
    This time, Uh, I lied this time, Father forgive me
    The Psycic World gotta come, I gotta get these dudes
    Uh, These rap motherfuckers off my nuts, Uh
    Stand back and motherfucking playa hate all day long
    Yeah I used the word playa hate
    Break your shit back just to tear it apart
    Nowhatimean, Break it down just to build it up
    Build it up just to break it down
    It's Priesthood, Well understood, I'm coming to getcha
    Psychic World of Walter Reed coming soon niggas
    Uh, Mixtapes nigga, Last Night I Killed the Devil
    Exorcist, Untold Story of Walter Reed
    And more biiiootttcchhh




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