Murder Scene

[Verse 1] Take em' back to the murder scene it hurts to be the the person who verses me I'm version 3 inversion the opposite to all that spit with curses I'm gifted bitch the sickest kid to blurt and Spurt words with a rhyme and flair Giving your verse a giant scare Cause ain't nobody been thrilled or beat been killed mother fucker till I am there I'm the main nigga like a lions hair Quiet rare savage smiting their trash while they're writing their raps bitch I wake up and I jog on suns Fight Bruce lee and the law on once Im 2 too i should draw on funds talking bout Gucci Sponsors all my One's WHOOOOO my god I'm too flame Been seen with Element in my element fucking sending em' butane Chemical effect like usain...bolt nigga I'm bound To not get hyped up when I whoop yo ass fuck boy it's a compound [Verse 2] I'm crowned a god in my craft as you can see but frowned upon in the rap community cause musically I'm a nuisance beast and a recluse Cause fame is a stupid thing and Usually you and me We ain't getting A-long So you'll always be negative When you fuck with A-Non Hey y'all do you get that? That shit was a grammar line Non is like too negative like the west is to Anaheim My battle cry is like Zeus's trumpet I used to punt kick You stupid punk kids but now i just get loose and bump shit like who'd a thunk it you losing something Your will to live my verse what i killed To give cause i got ms miller and the murderer too and the guy who died in the ill abyss Of my words i don't give a fuck hoping to crush every Ho nigga bruh go to the store grab you a can of whoop ass and make me open it up