Tha Flamethrowah

Hook

Fuck all this bullshit, tha games ova

Time to whip out, tha flamethrowah x2

Its time to spit flames,Uh, Uh x3

Time to spit flames

Verse 1

Uh huh...Pick-aim, switch-game, so I could spit-flames

Rip-brains, give-pains, to certain nick-names

Which-lames, make up these bitch-sayings

They must be insane, if they knew they fuckin wit this-mayn

TikaL ends this-reign, stabbin, neva miss-veins

Enemies wake up, in a bed full of piss-stains

Mizz_J, even knows I sling-caine *

HipHop non-stop, no pop, I even diss-fame

This-game, needs a change of attitude

Spitflames and re-arrange brains when I battle-dudes

Atleast half-of-you, I leave dismantled in ya shoes

If im mad-at-you, get the fuck off my avenue

RukaS like tha Taliban, our clan straight up rattle-crews

I spread tha word, yall heard(herd) like cattles-do

1-2-3-4, Lets draw, like pictionary

You all faded, I made-it, You suckers meet a dick-to-marry

Hook

Verse 2

Uh oh...Hes back, to leave ya face-smashed wit baseball-bats

Ima chase-yall-cats, till I get ya face-all-flat

Ill trace-ya-past, and race-thru-ya-path wit a jason-mask

Death, if ya place-in-last, Im still behind ya, chasin-fast

Fill up tha room wit sacred-gas, sit there and laugh at ya naked-ass

Even while Im takin-naps, Im brakin-backs

Straight makin-tracks, neva fakin-raps

Ill put a bloodclot on ya face, wit a few Jamaican-slaps

I aint on that hatin-crap, Im sendin optics-thru-words

I keep it locked-bitch, everytime I drop-shit-like-birds

Heard tha track, and knocked-it, thats absurd

Yall couldnt feel my shit, if yall were pieces of my turd

Ya heard, I get the vietnam-type-chronic

The neutronic bomb-shit, that gets me quicker than sonic

It wins-im-on-it, Ill fuck you up like gin-and-tonic

Cats these days make me sleep, like they was hypnotic

Hook

Verse 3

Eh yo...If yous a tall-cat, Ill slit ya knee-caps, so fall-back

I seen yall-rap, and it seems like a schizo on crack

Im all-that, and more, you could even call-matt **

He know all the girls gimme more head than base-ball-caps

I be in Jamaica Park, straight blazin-tha-herbs

Youd think Id be dirty, the way Im amazin-you-pervs

Got the glock, I pull-it, bullets be grazin-the-curb

Suck my grapes, cuz yall dried out like raisins-ya-heard

On occasion-im-disturbed, by this non-stop-commotion

Wheres the cop, click click, pop-explosion

My flow, I got-tha-ocean, but its not-tha-potion

1-2 step, Keep it locked-in-motion

The...The...The games ova

Whip...Out....Tha Flamethrowah

* = Mizz_J is my sis....

** = matt...my bro...