Contorting

Hold up, hold up, what? I could take this fucking blade and take your life away Talking on the internet, you really wanna die today Stupid motherfucker think that he was really running shit If he wants this flow, we send him higher than the mothership I-I-I pray to the Lord that you die by the sword When I grab you by the neck and twist it 'til that bitch contort I was beating on your shorty from the back, it's just a story But I can't trust a bitch, I do not love a whore Wanna be like me, but you can't copy my style Fucking on your bitch, I rap my shit, I want a lifestyle I'm an MC, I rap sick shit and spit bile Take your mixtape and put that bitch in a shit pile Haha, let me tell you why Nobody wants that shit And your shit is weak You're fucking ass Please don't fucking drop Because if you drop, I think I will commit suicide Every time I hear your fucking rap, I think I wanna die Meanwhile, I eat the fucking beat just like it's dinner time Chumming on your bitch just like a planet, I get in my time This is for you posers, think you hard, but you are not Tryna copy what I do, so bitch, you'll never see what popped Silly motherfucker, make a mess with your face Ask your bitch how it taste with my dick in her face, ugh