Okage The Shadow King

They say: X is just a city bitch, ya feel me
But it's not really gon' be that bad

Rap rigorous
Ace the plate, kill this shit
Pace is great, villainous
Filling the plate
Pissing all over you pussy pedestals
Skeptical, little edibles
Spread 'em, and I'ma wet em
Forget 'em, I'll never let 'em, reread 'em
No scope, they scatter
Coke flow, like batter
But drain like batteries
All you niggas is calories
Get burned, this finger, your bitch squirm
You're bigger, as just learned
Your nigga should take turns
I pop that pussy like an adderall
Niggas will act as if they powerful
But got they backs against the wall
And ever the flick of my niggas the bigger my niggas

And pass the stretcher
Part of the reason I fuck this all up in this second and pass the pitcher
Mr. Mr. get ya coke slang like Mrs.
Like Mike Vick, I'm vicious and misfit
Don't fit like fitness, my wrist
This on fleek shit, my wrist on slit bitch
My dick my dick met
Shit like ass-crack
Piss my slit wit' slow to fight back
Niggas in Chiraq, shooting like Iraq
Death to Jah's soldiers, bust your kneecaps
I came to murder you niggas, no need to fight back
No need to fight back
No need to fight back, yeah