Street Villains Freestyle

I'm surrounded by hatred and lust Angels and dust, cocaine and sluts Dangerous thugs, blaze you with guns Lace you with drugs Murderous cyborgs, disguised as blind men with guide-dogs Design wars, final call, homicidal gore Torture chambers and rape-rooms The same goons, drinking Grey Goose and grape juice What's really good or bad is relative Never been beyond neutral But if you fuck with my family I shoot you, I'm too crude My poverty got me bugging committing armed robberies Voted the most likely to probably die violently Who the fuck are you, stupid? I carry two clips One to murder you, the other to shoot pigs I'm like Miami Beach on new years eve Blondie singing Rush Rush, give me yayo hanging with the Gipsy Kings I spit these things Major businessmen spitting flem Kicking these raps and kick you in the face with Tims Foot up on your desk Four thousand square-foot office supplies Fought to survive, torture your mind Car-chase, two cop cars collide On the Belt Parkway I'm rhymin' for the cop killin' to dive Nothing's sacred anymore, take your last breath What I am, what I want, I'm only after death - I'm obsessed If superheroes were real, they'd be evil Tora Bora tele-feed Take the shit over and never leave American dream Bleed like a heroin fiend Heavy-metal heroin scene Forever retrieve Caught you with your guard down and my pistols up Hit you with the four-pound and you spit some blood, faggot!