WY Freestyle over Angel Haze "New York" instrumental

[Verse 1: Lunar C] Yo, I'm running, running through the jungle Swinging with an anaconda wrapped around my knuckles I put gorillas in headlocks, grab them in a huddle? I spill their blood when I got them, then drown them in a puddle How come these rappers say they won't change Then they make a load of gay shit for radio play That's why I hate the whole game, I ain't saying no names But I ain't associating with these pagans, no way I'm on this, I know that it's tough sometimes and I moan It's just a life that I chose And you couldn't change my mind if you put a knife to my throat I'm undeniably dope, big up everyone supporting and fuck your life if you don't My dick will leave a bitch with a sore throat like she got strangled Paralysed with a pussy smelling of off mackerel Getting under your skin like bomb shrapnel Walking 'round with two fat joints like I've got cankles You don't know a crew that can rap this hard in Britain Fly Tippers in this bitch, we be aggy, I'm just chilling Took your mother to the bedroom, but your dad just started bitchin' So I smashed it on the landing like a Kamikaze mission On my birthday a seance, preformed by a cover Hands in a dark room, I wasn't born I was summoned all of the sudden I'm just giving you a short introduction and insight into why all my thoughts are disgusting I'm satan, any church is getting burned down Body anybody that I battled in the first round They're angry cause I jumped in the scene and just destroyed it Fuck a clash; I've never even lost a coin flip Hah! This is a hard beat pattern Sounds like a fat bitches ass cheeks clapping I'm not a rapper, I'm just good at shit talking Peddle bike pimping, Bargain bin balling But I ain't fucking with these second rate reprobates I dead my prey before they get a chance to plan to get away Yeah, and anyone that makes it to my cellar stays I got these backpackers hooked like Leatherface All and you up and comers go and do your homework Haters on my dick, but I know why they so hurt I'm killing this so much I'm getting on my own nerves Dub-Y Bradford, make this mission covert