Poetic Death II

[Intro] *Laughing* shit My name is KR, yeah *Ah-hum* You a fool my nigga [?] don't fuck with you, you my nigga man It's the word nigga [Verse 1: KR] Check, the goon is back with the scribbled raps that will overlap you Whack ass rapper that think they hard but you really faggot From the blocks where these niggas shoot like it's cinematic Take the sin and change it to auto now it's an automatic Chance that I will kill that niggas [?] like the rapper Prolly hit 'em with the boot boot front like the scratcher The young kid but I'm a veteran rapper I spit the flow like a bow The saliva prolly [?] right after From the boondocks in the back of a batcave lies a black slave who ain't concerned with the whips and the nice chains Nice brains from dimes, I don't need 'em that's loose change I'll make a salary for me, spitting these hot flames Cold nigga, prolly go shirtless in cold weather Stack money, rhyme, elevate that's my vendetta A bitch catch disease every fall like six letters The rhyme chills so they try to jack it like ten sweaters, look Take a dive in 'em, lyrical rap, the rap pack your cheese, never get trapped, I'm a threat so they backpack The flow nasty, fuck the whole world, resemble cash stacks, investor of this shit time to school you niggas like back packs Silver laps on the bars while I'm [?] parking the car, then I scare you to fuck your broad then I pop a pill to [?] Then the holy presence of god, the messiah, the great allah The bosses resemble me, lost in the knowledge you see This that type of flow you need to map, lyrics they will never stop Why you drinking on that [?] chiroc in front of my peaceful pack Apocalypse is hot, tha block is hot Lil Weezy spit the flow, I bet you freeze Got the honeys because I be's The hottest MC to ever achieve the thinks I believe I got red eyes chasing the green, the green is the leaf Here me speak of science or relief the lyrics the beat Put me in the mood to start a killing spree Fuck your empty stomach I'm starving I'm trynna eat Got an entrée full of rappers it's time to begin the feast Why the labels signing rappers who can't even stay on beat like that In a sickening, killer-flows I'm delivering crap And I'm shittening *oops* I meant to say shitting with nets Niggas bickering but I remain a mystery like Scooby-Doo I do me you should do you too Niggas [?] foolish and stupid like Boo Boo the fool Futons in your bedroom, I'm sleeping on you people Playing leapfrog with your life but I don't sleep at all Niggas becoming these new slaves, Jeezy album Flossing all they shit like these niggas ain't got no teeth at all I'm raw