LOF
Spyder/Silver
Acidic backdrops backflippin into a melted seat of a matchbox
Battle with the catalysts, ignite fire every batch hot
Lookin for a match ock? 'Picture' how I snap shots
Snap my shot elastic with an automatic spastic
Japanese squeezing off twin dragons with army hazards
I am hardly spazzin, armored bandwagon, your target practice.
'two 40s' in my hands spin me 180, for sure we soundly won
but I don’t need 'three 60s' to wrap circles 'round these fucks.
I'm all around these fucks like some circular dicks
They don't make any sense like a virgin with tits
Some herb and a fifth turns to my verbal defense
I'm always on top like the birds on the fence
Back at the murder mission vodka squirts of Simpson
Alotta bad intentions you get choked in mid suspension
My audio probably blow your whole body though, Ill intentions
Rhymin mutant seekin spinal fluid, get that thing your ribs connect with.
Sick infection double entendres with lil inflections, give a mis-direction
So you 'flop' on your chance to 'come' like a missed-erection!
I missed selection and fired my entire collection
Of Smith and Wesson weapons have you dead in seconds
expect to be breathless lungs cut into fine fragments
We blow up like the young saddam and fire crackers
Silver and purple on that white boy fire crackers
Violent addicts try and snort your entire matter,
Why's it matter? We great kid, its still the fact
Frankly you 'ape shit' if you think I don't got Silver back!
I got Spyders back like that red hourglass
never striking fast never foul with the math
Only foul with the words like pitchers mask
I pitch it fast I make the world skip at bat
nah flip it back, watch me as I play this game
take my wood and balls, baby take first base
stealin second I’m takin brain third is anal play,
home stretch 'come into the catcher' fuckin SAY MY NAME.