On All Cylinders (feat. Smileboy Hero)

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Spit bars you might end up behind some
Try to diss me and you might die son
Bite of 87 like Mike Tyson
I'm grilling up, using your fried blood
Spit bars you might end up behind some
Try to diss me and you might die son
Bite of 87 like Mike Tyson
I'm grilling up, using your fried blood
Weak hearts fall apart every time I rhyme
Menace to the education system like no child left behind
Rhymes as beautiful as snow on pine trees
I'm copping hits, your copping a dime piece
Got too many flows like siamese
I'm staying home, your flying to the Pyrenees
Boarded in the bedroom like a school
You can't beat me, use my rhymes like a tool
I can't be fooled, I can't be tricked
I ain't messing with your shit
Brutal force, your getting hit with a brick
Cause these flows are denser than pound cake
And these rappers are simply too fake, they're snakes
Spit bars you might end up behind some
Try to diss me and you might die son
Bite of 87 like Mike Tyson
I'm grilling up, using your fried blood
Spit bars you might end up behind some
Try to diss me and you might die son
Bite of 87 like Mike Tyson
I'm grilling up, using your fried blood
These bars are just shit talk, I dance on your corpse with a crip walk
I spit these ad hocs so hard it'll make your kids leave the ball
I got the wherewithal to make yours jaws fall
And it'll leave your moms and dads appalled
73' the crime family like luciano
MOB, money over beef the motto
Money grows on trees like we hit the lotto
Our ship won't sail, no breaking out the bottle
You rappers are catty like gato
We scaring the rich whites like flocka
Smile's the new addition to the roster
And we slapping the wack homophobic mc's like yo momma
I'm sick of seeing the cottage industry
Filled with wack, fake phony mc's
Who push beef without thought of the bars
The place hip hops in is getting kinda pretty dark
And if you
Spit bars you might end up behind some
Try to diss me and you might die son
Bite of 87 like Mike Tyson
I'm grilling up, using your fried blood
Spit bars you might end up behind some
Try to diss me and you might die son
Bite of 87 like Mike Tyson
I'm grilling up, using your fried blood

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Written by: Atticus Finch

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