Insomniac
If we come in contact it ain’t a fight its beyond that
You gone splat when I stretch out your contacts
Into glasses so you can clearly see the insomniac.
Hypochondriac, pause relapse, write my own raps
Dubbed over it to see how you gone react.
Killed the Spyder, filled the lighter, willin fighter
Feelin my desire and posses the most skill in a writer.
This camaraderie is just not comin on to me
Soon y’all will see and you’ll be waitin longingly.
My vocabulary and diction is unimaginably not fiction
Hauntin kids n’, leave em hidin in cabinets in kitchens.
Where’s the fuckin bombs at? Yes I’m fuckin bombast
Ready for combat, there’s no contrast where’s your mom at?
I hope you ready for this shooting engagement
Cuz I’ll let loose on you and the strangers you came wit,
Disengage my rage and left you dazed on pavement.
I don’t need a beat to defeat he who’s weak
I’m unleashin the new breed of beast to feast.
If my raps ain’t left you speechless respond
Cuz you ain’t ill enough to be on the shit we on.
Spyder
Your words fall on all deaf ears to hear, what’s missin hear?
You talk despite fear, all my genius lyrics are clear.
My raps destroy, yeah I feel ya but you better get anesthesia
Ima make you lose your shit like a shit collector with amnesia.
How about you go take more of those sleeping pills
I’m leaping hills, while your just stealing skills.
You talkin bout ima be defeated by your army
I know every move you’ll make, bitch you are me.
I’m the most criminalistic kid in the business
Remainin intense, on the attack while you’re defenseless.
I have a feeling ima have to end this and put the dog down
Now get off my thrown and get your own crown.
Rip this shit missin a script makin you weep
Now it’s about time I put this insomniac to sleep.
