Fire Flow
Dear Flow God's
I need a soul charge
Something that's super hard
Turn flames into bars
And leaves *****chard
Amen
Are you with me?
Test, test
This ain't no test
Its extreme stress
Created on my brain
From minimal rest
So bow down
You're in the presences of the best
Were you from?
Nowhere *****,
I don't even exist
But nice guess
I only come with tight ass *****
Nothing less
And you just walked into
The Red-zone without your vest
Now this lyrical lead
Gonna rip you to shreds
And turn your head to mist
When this *****hits
Your brain... OWE...nice catch
But he didn't know it
As soon as this lyric connected
His head exploded
Bustin 50 cal. lyrics
I've been quoted
And voted the creepiest writer
With the hottest fire
To spit this *****you so badly desire
I'm a live wire
With the motives to conspire
Injuries on my enemies
Call me a liar
Copyright © Justin Waddle | Year Posted 2013
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