Untitled upload for DirtheaD Muzik

Genres

Alternative Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

:::LYRICS::: (Verse 1) Im here to spit sick all about my business got 'em running laps like FV Fitness bringing the bars out, nobody is lifting this now the weight of the continent shifted Drift off Im ready for the shit talk but I walk the walk,stay running your lips, get your head chopped off and left in a ditch 'till they smell that stench, send your 'Head' on a 'Trip' to the coroner, Posted on the corner with a semi-automatic causing havok like Chris Dorner Wake up in the morning with a bed full of model corpes, Rotted, tortured, dark and sordid is my fortress, morbidly deep like a haunted forrest Labotamy's making 'em shriek and sing high pitched tunes like a C-Lo chorus Competition is sweeter than cinnamon, Im sending 'em all home with a bottle of Riddalin, Calm down kids Next time just come strapped with C4 and a combat kit bomb that shit, suicide mission just hop in position and flip that switch A terrorist scaring Americas character due to my negative influence but Ive been through shit so I reflect it with a real message through ink in the pen Permanent like a tattoo, pierce through, digging deep in the skin, injections like Im dying to live I dont need you to say I am the shit cause I prove it to the real motherfuckers reading through this for the people that are stupid let me just say this (Chorus) x2 Theres no Rush (x4) cause i got that formula, mixing it down till I get the right sound fuck around and you might get blown up Theres No Rush (x4) You dont like me? so what. keep bumpin them gums acting tough till I had enough flip that switch and Im blowing up (Verse 2) Haters get Hit, Hot Hollowtips Hurting hellbound Hounds that will Hop to Sin no Hope, dope smoking, under hypnosis not Hesitant to Hijack, get your Hipbone and spine cracked, Hiding in the Haystack 'El Jefe' is Headcase Holding machetes with a blank face Heard you was Huffin so I Hucked a Hunk out your Husband Got it cooking up in the oven, when pushing turns to shoving Im rushing in and then crushing got something to prove to these fools who criticize knowin nothing Cant wear my shoes, 22 years and its clear cuz Im here that Ive paid my dues and soon Ima shoot to the top, lit fuse, tick tick boom, shoot to the moon, rockin the booth, you sound like poop, put a sock in it dude, Im locked in the room, talking to myself, rehearse tracks put the beat in a black bag You're Whitney, Im a Coke sack Whos with Me? Time to Focus work like aerobics, runnin 'round nonstop, cant smell the roses No days off, gotta stay in motion, coastin till I hit the highway rollin No rushing, the hour's Golden My Question's Who've You Chosen For certain Im shining like sterling steel with this rhyming so versatile with designing and timing cause Im knowing Theres No rush (Chorus)