No End (Freestyle)

[Intro] Yo, check it [Verse 1: Heir Jordan] Heir Jordan's going insane, slut I tear whores apart from the brain up Say what? You thought I fucked up, but I didn't I've got their bodies hung upside down Got them mollied, then I get to dragging them across town For Ross, it's man down Ain't that right officer Reebok took your guap But you still got your ho You know, Meek Mill Ask him cause I wanna know How he inserts his head so far up his ass Please show a diagram But yo, even a die-hard fan ain't falling for that bullshit, fam Didn't Drake use to be a part of your fam And here you are turning 'round on him quick, you fucking sham With me, that's how you're quick to get shanked Even in the game, I don't play games If I did, I'd be here to emulate Eminem But that's neither here nor there Pretty sure you know you're wack Cause when shit drops you're quick to hide cause you're fucking scared I'm done there so these other hoes need to get prepared For the multi-layered shit I'm about to spit, it's unfair [Verse 2: Dethbahm] Yo, you are what the turtle is to the hare You ain't shit, you're plain, bitch Call Micky, you're in some McTrouble Keep playing dumb and you'll get hustled Get muffled with a muzzle in a motherfucking dungeon I take first strike; I'm a cheater, I get lunging Plain old back stabber with claws, a back scratcher Leave trails of blood to leave wounds cut And ripped open to insert mud So tell me when you're in a good place Don't make me use your granny's good vase I won't hesitate because inside is where your ashes lay How's that, some food for thought I've got a plethora of weapons There's only more of my mental horror lessons Always come out on top with the best wins I am Satan, that's why I provide the best sins Could go for days but mostly the rest is For the next chapter Bet you won't stay awake since mostly the rest is For the weak (week), so I'm after These hoes with no goals and low matter The subject; a courtesy (court I see) is against me I object, so you'll never be A reflection off my best one murder Make the blood gurgle as they try to murmur Some shit as I smash their heads into the back burner Step back further, unless you want your hands severed I'll show this man's leverage against you in a few So be prepared and don't let witches get itching They won't stop until they start digging Here's the graveyard shift for the hoes who wanna do that play-hard shit I make killers run yards, bitch Thinking about smashing your skull like glass shards So which motherfucker wants to come and test me So ho, please, come at me In the end I'm the only one who's left happy Kill 86 then afterwards I'm off napping It ain't a thing for me to body bitches In 3 seconds, leave your body's limbs sewn together with stitches Have your parents on the news just making wishes To find you snitches If they ask where you went I'll simply say "which kid?" [Outro] Bitch Motherfucking bars Heir Jordan Tha Records Peace the fuck out