Death The Kid

[Verse 1] Awh damn Took a shot to the head Another rap killing Young sly is dead Saw this shit coming Like ghost beside my bed Why am I talking in 3rd person To show how the scenes are working Cooking this shit in meth lab While I send a cutie off in a death cab Is she ride or die Or is she just a bitch Dumb trick Dumb trick stabbin daggers in my side Shit Id rather fuck with pretty twins Either way Im gonna win If I’m getting it in,feeling like death the kid Resonating with soul Killing off all assignments If throwing off my allignment The next rap reaper Avoiding all the ether Scythe slicing through every single one of your speakers Try me And I’ll beat you to death And who ever comes next With these lyrics on deck Don’t get too far ahead And try to come at my neck Savage to the bone Check beneath the flesh A demon at rest Thats me at my best You could try wearing a vest I doubt itll work You’re bound to get hurt Cause once you get a nigga He’ll fucking start going bizerk Trying to quench the thirst With your career in the hertz Like if you trap rap Youll get shot down first Giving you a chance to spit Your last verse But forreal I hate trap rap Bring that 03,04 even 08 back, Real Rap! [Verse 2] Alex ruffin, ron, and nep Qae kag and hari The only niggas from lower earth That fearing from what I’m hearing Send the other underground to the morgue That were slouching before Having their fans ask What you body them for? Just to settle the score You will hear them no more Guess I’m holding a grudge They thought they were slicker than sludge Once they’re cleared out I can run a muck Or hover on my board and just not give a fuck Soon the world will be mine All I really will say is Its about time About time Real Rap Nigga Don’t try me or you will get bodied, lyrically I’m a monster