Lyrics HEAT - Real

Now I′m in this fuckin booth still getting under your skin
And if I shoot ya its still suicide my friend
I produced this beat, fortified my defense
The look douce and horrified I guess they're feeling repent
I educe my pen like sword like I′m slim
I boost my sin by killing youth like Government
I shoot for the stars stepping on your stylohyoid ligament
Truth is I'm coming for you retards, protect ya neck
Wu
Your style on sheet was cascading rather than solid so you got caught up in a gird
It feels you always sneeze while you rap cause you always skip a beat now I'm in Hazmat suit with a mothafucking kit
Lick the balls this ain′t no children story snitch you ain′t no slick Rick
Bitch with those raps you say you're fly Imma shut you down, no fly zone that′s a trick Trick
Fore you pick my dick like a stick go gogo with that fat ass on this beat

This shit is dark as fuck
I gotta level up
Imma carnage with a thud
Even Satans duck
Apart from these fake thugs
I meditate like a monk
Ouija mat, huh, that's the devils home

Pop pop pop pop pop pills
Someones talking to me even though I can′t see him
Someones watching me all the way man I can feel him
Red eyes and horns on his head it can't be him

I′ll kill myself if I fail to do it
How many bodies will I make still just to prove it
How many stories will they spill of how I grilled
These lil elf fucked em like a prostitute
And how I influenced
My rageful lyrics are always overlooked
Like crooked catching bodies in the corner someone call an ambulance
Youll never know his story cause to these brainwashed heads he's an impudent

Fuck Isis bitch I'm in my own a fucking terror squad I intend no pun
RIP suckers
Step to me if my pen kills you then I admit that I carry big guns
Imma a man
Reasons I give none When I fail
But next time I′ll come back with a maximum thrust
Even if take a big L and drop from top
Even if I take a shot I′ll grab a platinum plus

Hit em backstabber with a jab to nuts
They wag and yap and dab when I fall short of words
I'm glad when I get mad I grab Craig and hid its must
I zap or frag these rap faggots with a bust

I′m fucking despicable cause I keep murdering beats,
Every syllables rhymes unpredictably
Competing me is like sitting on a bicycle with no seat
You fucking with the original I'll make you lick my genitals
If you want heat