Lyrics The Anarchy (feat. $ol) - MidKnyte

It's crazy how you dissed me
Now it's a 1v8
About to lonely rape you
And take you into the abyss
With y'all bitches
False, miss this
Dawg, you pissed us off
And now your gonna suffer under the cover
Cryin' and, puffin', whinin', writin' somethin'
Rappin' and flappin' ya gums
Fuckin' dumb
Goosey be suckin' thumbs
Free toss
Say that ya Doxxed me
Nah that was a D Doss
About to shut ya down
Punch around
Juled and ruled with such a crown
Such a clown, ICP
LA and NY PD
Will arrest me for such a sick beat
Face it, i'm not a racist
My brain is pacin' and racin'
It's on repeat
Y'all motherfuckers John Wayne Gacy
In pain but tolerance hates me
Tolerant, being taller in many ways
You're like a grown ass man
Plenty days
Call ya phone a trash can
Because unlike many
Ya lyrics are a henny waste
Tricky, but ya didn't know ya was wrong
That "Vickie" wasn't my mom
But oh you right and your sights can see
That you might defeat me
But oh no if you don't go
To the sound around you
You're surrounded now by surround sound
You're gunned down
No runnin' now
Time to pray and say goodbye
Time to end your life, lyrically
Because i ain't no threat
Bitch, you're like 20, i'm 14
Need quarantine for writing that radioactive mess
Say to ya pack, "this shit is actually kinda bad"
Factually
Fight now with high ground
Like a clap back on a jetpack with a pet cat
Ya whole crew start beating you up like a drunk step dad
No time to shine, it's time to grind
Ridin' in a rental
Because i'm not weird if i can write my mental
On a piece of paper and pencil
This shit can't be this simple
Not even showin' my full potential
Don't call me a bitch, bitch!
This shit is kinda funny
I don't play with my food before i eat it
But this time and i make a rhyme
I'll make an exception, i'll tease it
It occurred like milk and thought to me
If it ferns to silk and it got to me
That i can eventually fuck y'all asses up like sodomy
Pause
(What the fuck? What did I just say?)
Part of me, want to play with y'all pussies like a PornHub take
Form of rape? I think so
This is Food Wars, with the God tongue
You got none
I'm Erina Nakiri
Read it weep it
And feed on my seed, since "The Deed"
Everyone immediately and repeatedly figures its me
But it's not so my thoughts go to ya head
7+1 features to try to take me down, downtown
It about to take 2 to kick you down, now, ploaw
Woadie, loardy, you're a phony
You're lyrics are a bunch of bologna
Take this and don't fake this and write it
Not from a ghostwriter
If you can clapback now i'll be surprised
If it's not another evil medieval time-like rhyme lines
Then maybe consider it, figure, this diss is bigger it
From the pump to my hand, to the kick of this
I'm sick of this shit
With a flick of my wrist, i pick up another card to play it
Jester of 8s
It's Anarchy
(Round one, Fight!)
I see my competition niggas are nothin' but food
But not the main course, a appetizer in few
We in a feud
Going punch for punch and now they punch drunk my punchlines
Fuck em' up in a few
Neo first man he rap like child leave em' at school
He my son, a disappointment
I had to do this to you and ya crew
Just as wack, lyrically packed with you too
7 Niggas dissed the homie when they as wack as you too
So whatchu talkin' bout i can even the odds ya gettin' swept
I be rocking out band for band and y'all knowin' i'm up next
And y'all talk about his rappin' but y'all can barely top his best
Feel like dad of the year came back and put em' all to rest
Never less