An0maly KILLS 6'7

[Verse 1] 8 foot bunch, rapin' stuff, flip shit like the matrix does Capable of makin' moves, I bake you like an apron slut Hatin' punk, realize you're a basic fuck You be like an 8th of bud, 3.5, raise it up See me change the game like I'm Mark Cuban, paint like an art student Range is insane so you lames better start shootin' Like at the park shooting, or behind the arc shootin' Put the weapon down, get some crown, shout to Martin Luther King status, without the bling habits So no I still don't give a fuck about your mink jacket I got ink packet where I used to have a soul Animal on track and what I rap is unimaginable Had to explode, kill that shit you be rappin' it slow Laughing at hoes, Who that they driving me But i give them a map to the road Actually no, I give them a dap cause I show That I do not give a fuck what they think Because I know that I'm actually dope Pass me a smoke, actually some captain and coke Next think you know some dude dressed as Captain Morgan Shows up with a bag of the blow That just West Virgina, messin' with us but look [Verse 2] My flow is tall like I'm 7 foot And you are all bound to fall cause your small when you ball so they never look You're Mugsy Bogues in scrubby clothes If he couldn't dunk or throw, so how you ballin' when you clearly can't do nothin' pro You lucky fool, you ain't even got a fuckin' clue You think that your Kobe just because you dunked a dunkaroo You hating on my complexion, but you one ugly dude TLC say scrubby dude, Beyonce says bugaboo No I don't fuck with you, cause all your diamonds blood-infused You acting like a bitch who says "I still don't know which Uggs to choose" Really? Fuck it dude And still you grillin' me like "why you on the checker board?" I'm getting kinged what you think I'm playin' checkers for? I'm Ecuador, hot, you chillin' on the second floor Actin' like a bitch like how come no one wanna rep me for You suck at rappin', go get a coach mike And while your doing that stop asking me to ghost write An0maly, learn to spell it The verbal felon, every time I rhyme it turns into a murder sentence Abort you babies like some sperm repellant Way before you get the vagina, I bet that my fire will burn you fellas You Chris Bosh-lookin' turtle fellas