Shadow Master x 40 oz Refill

[Produced by Izuna] [Verse 1] Colder than Alaska Boy i got a flask of Immortality potions so go and pour your glass up Fuck the world face down ass up The snakes hang among us until the fucking grass cut Whores will drain you till you down to your last buck Going for the win because i had enough of bad luck Bastard, bow down to the shadow master I'm much faster, while you gasp with asthma You gashed up bad from back slaps with glass gloves I know y'all hear me like "yo Izuna that's tough" Bruce lee on loose leaf the weak is like "who's he?" Before I get to stomping give em options to choose feet Just to prove that I'm a real cool dude see? Dropping shit like laxatives in a goose fleet Feel the pressure like underneath two moose feet Feel pressure like underneath the deep blue sea We out here, taking nail clippers to bare nipples Destroying any terror era with surface to air missiles I'm twisted enough to disrupt a motherfucking funeral service Like i'm pissed, pick up an overflowing urinal and throw it Like a mortar so the funeral goers scream like the outro to Otis Antarctic ocean i told you that i'm the coldest Chaos is the motive crushing throats is the Modus Operandi, turned up off candy when i wrote this So ferocious and potent at any moment i focus... Lucid dreaming when izuna sleeping Searching ruins for elusive reasons Fire breathing like a hookah steaming Nastier than poop and semen Harder than a tube of cement Reclusive hibernating through the stupid loop of seasons Awaken with the red eyes to show you who's the demon [Verse 2] It's the daemon of the hate mail So much work you could weigh it on eight scales Young Narutard bars scared sparring with the eight tails Spitting that halal raw carving from a steak meal Armed robber on a car chase who escaped jail Freer than a great whale Rapping like a monster sipping lava and just ate nails Making things to hang you from a motherfucker's entrails Powered up like Solidus Solid hits get deposited Stomp em into a pile of shit As soon as a coward balled his fists Now he's all over the floor bawling and just apologizing Caution or this God will leave you left in coffins coughing without oxygen Driving a jalopy, couldn't care what the mileage is Shootin' rockets out the roof Decepticon Transformer shit Modern Broadsword bard spitting barbed words you should call it quits Bahamut fire spitting from the vocal orifice Izuna curb stomp battle rap it's all politics That red button in an Oval office type knowledge the God ruler Raw schooler Broad hotter than Azula I'm ze Eisen faust Kazuya Calling out all shooters Can it like raw tuna Butcher em like Abdullah Wander in these plaid Pumas Confident wrongdoer They bite it like Dracula Hit 'em with that bazooka Invade em like paratroopers