Deadly Entrance DFUOB Contest 5 by Kid Kreation Lyrics
[Kid Kreation]
Hello haters how ya'll doing its the Kid
Go vote for me cuz if you don't proceed then you just might get lynched
I'm just playin but it'd be really nice if I won
Cuz I'm broke as fuck and I need the cash so I can buy the stuff that I want
Like a, new mic so I can spit for ya'll
A canon so I can make vids for ya'll
So you can better understand where I'm comming from like putting your ears up against my balls
(hahahahaha) Back to my flow
I'm raw as fuck, I burn all you punks, and I come as hard as they go
Harder than onyx, I'm spitting missiles and rockets, my flow is like the bubonic, my status is astronomic
The beat you droppin gets murdered with any topic
I scope it and then I'm plottin, its tragic I had to stop it
I am a monster never floppin, droppin hot shit
Me Funking up on the beat? That's a coincidental plot twist
See I'm not in this thing just to pocket the profit
I'm spiting lyrics so serious hoping I get acknowledged
So dope you sell me at college, no joke that I go the hardest
I'm better than any artist, Kid K, the k stands for knowledge
That proves that I am the smartest, spit flames on the mic I charred it
They label me the shit and you think you are cuz you farted?
Its the white eyed savior and the black eyed lunatic
The flattop hippie and the crack rock foolishness
Now time to switch my flow to some G-mo cruelness
I get the blade out and cut you up into little bits
Cook it on the stove and go sell it to little kids, I can conversate with more beast than Dr. Doolittle did
And make them eliminate rappers who claim to be lyricist
I'm dope because my mind sharper than tips on a pyramid
My saliva is hot lava, baptism get dipped in
Step up and get cut like and investment you pitched in
I'm in this contest for exposure not a scheme to get rich quick
Cuz they don't love me for the money but we click cuz I spit sick
Get off your beds and pillows, don't sleep on me, I'll stab you in the spleen if you catch 3 more Z's
If you counting lamb, I'll come in your dream and eat those sheep
And play my music super loud until your ears start to bleed
Sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you?
Well what I spit is harder than bricks, saliva spray will merk you
And if this game was dragonball Z I'm Broly, you are Hercule
You comming in strapped with a rpg, my pen and pad will hurt you
Spilling my blood while painting a pic
Working real hard to make the music
Stick to a script and rap about shit like taking a hit and hitting a lick
That's what rappers do and it seems to help them get famous
But I'm not a rapper, I'm a classic spitting hit maker
All we hear bout is guns, jewels, and weed
Stuff that we just din't need, rappers claiming they G's
And that proves the industry is corrupt, so I chop up all these rappers and I eat em for lunch
Gone
Hello haters how ya'll doing its the Kid
Go vote for me cuz if you don't proceed then you just might get lynched
I'm just playin but it'd be really nice if I won
Cuz I'm broke as fuck and I need the cash so I can buy the stuff that I want
Like a, new mic so I can spit for ya'll
A canon so I can make vids for ya'll
So you can better understand where I'm comming from like putting your ears up against my balls
(hahahahaha) Back to my flow
I'm raw as fuck, I burn all you punks, and I come as hard as they go
Harder than onyx, I'm spitting missiles and rockets, my flow is like the bubonic, my status is astronomic
The beat you droppin gets murdered with any topic
I scope it and then I'm plottin, its tragic I had to stop it
I am a monster never floppin, droppin hot shit
Me Funking up on the beat? That's a coincidental plot twist
See I'm not in this thing just to pocket the profit
I'm spiting lyrics so serious hoping I get acknowledged
So dope you sell me at college, no joke that I go the hardest
I'm better than any artist, Kid K, the k stands for knowledge
That proves that I am the smartest, spit flames on the mic I charred it
They label me the shit and you think you are cuz you farted?
Its the white eyed savior and the black eyed lunatic
The flattop hippie and the crack rock foolishness
Now time to switch my flow to some G-mo cruelness
I get the blade out and cut you up into little bits
Cook it on the stove and go sell it to little kids, I can conversate with more beast than Dr. Doolittle did
And make them eliminate rappers who claim to be lyricist
I'm dope because my mind sharper than tips on a pyramid
My saliva is hot lava, baptism get dipped in
Step up and get cut like and investment you pitched in
I'm in this contest for exposure not a scheme to get rich quick
Cuz they don't love me for the money but we click cuz I spit sick
Get off your beds and pillows, don't sleep on me, I'll stab you in the spleen if you catch 3 more Z's
If you counting lamb, I'll come in your dream and eat those sheep
And play my music super loud until your ears start to bleed
Sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you?
Well what I spit is harder than bricks, saliva spray will merk you
And if this game was dragonball Z I'm Broly, you are Hercule
You comming in strapped with a rpg, my pen and pad will hurt you
Spilling my blood while painting a pic
Working real hard to make the music
Stick to a script and rap about shit like taking a hit and hitting a lick
That's what rappers do and it seems to help them get famous
But I'm not a rapper, I'm a classic spitting hit maker
All we hear bout is guns, jewels, and weed
Stuff that we just din't need, rappers claiming they G's
And that proves the industry is corrupt, so I chop up all these rappers and I eat em for lunch
Gone