Wild

[Verse :1] Scribble it up, attitude like not given a fuck Rippin the mic like every single night, not given it up I will kill for the thrill and a bit of the fun I'm fucken' nuts go inside like i'm destined for it This time of the night man its best to ignore it Stress less when I press record get my thoughts out Was a mess before But i'm set for war, keep on talkin' out ya' mouth Be rest assured I won't rest til I spread blood on every wall Ain't talkin' in metaphors, you split first hit like a tennis ball Shit line heard that before Snap then I bash and smash the walls Walkout the house leave an axe at the door Temper is snappin' not az' anymore This ain't a tragedy this is just actually part of my life When i give into gravity fall on the floor with a force And the porcelain breaks i just laugh in insanity Cd drops go buy it at sanity Check it out now hey wats happening Bitch suck my dick when i'm driving travellin' I won't lie girl you fly like javelin What have ya' got bitchgirl' yeah your swaggers hot You wanna party wid' me suck my dick and go n' bash some cops Wanna come and do a stick up with me girl and spend it large We only gonna have them greenbacks fuck a credit card [Hook] I'm fucken wild still who said I changed now? What you thinkin' for a second Rates Would lay down? I'm fucken laughin' at em far ahead so slow me down! Obviously if you don't know me that well then you know me now! [Verse :2] I'm spillin' it raw, I feel I am killin em all, I was the biggest prick of em al' I'd bash the other kids if he didn't give in, or just give me the ball Things that I thought about were, getting an earn and i'd walk around hurt Nothing to do but, my ground work thinking to rort The skinniest kid of em all, kick with my shins n a shiv in the ribs and you fall Get in a brawl since i could crawl, ready for war you hearin' my call I'm floatin' with this flow i'm rappin' like a drummer hits Precision technique rappers couldn't fuck with this You thinkin' of callin' me out? you think I ain't workin' you out You think that im shit when i've written up hits that are splittin' ya' wig When I spit this ridiculous sound Other crews we kickin' you out sittin' you down shoutin' out how it is You couldn't live how I love sniff the fucken powder bitch Funny how they turn into some hoes and then get out there tits When rates or kerse' about to jump on stage or about to spit A maniac with rappin' attackin' all of ya' thought up patterns Shouldn't of left me here alone with myself of course i'm snappin'