Rage....

[I TO DA GEEZY]

tha time iz right mothafuckaz tha shit iz over again and here i come\
i fuckin spray as befo and hit, my shit"z a lyrical gun\
you ain gon have no fun\
readin dis shit iz like pullin out a gun\
thaN PUT IT TO YO FACE wit no possibility to run\
after some time you gon  stop movin, shit im provin\
ain no shit can battle mine, pipz be scared, my shitz be doomin\
bitches becomin witches then get degrees, start brumin"\
but they don need no brumz my shit be makin them fly\
givem tha bestest ride\
that they could ever get\
from some g-vet\
poor wannabes cant stop my shitz, ain no need to bet\
you"ll fuckin loose and should be thanckfull dat i be warnin you befo you get\ to da place where you ain gon be well\
and what im tlakin bout iz my home,tha lyrical hell\
if ya get yo servival reflex and start hearin in yo head some kinda bell\
you betta run fo yo life as long as i"d let\
or else my lyrical m16 iz gon spitt at ya it hotest bullet\
you wanna test me son no swet don wait wit yo shit bet jus pull it\....
ill make you fuckin c i rule shit\

[I TO DA GEEZY]

here iz my next shit


a"right datz it\
here i go again, coming out, wit some mo shit\
tha truth bitch\
sprayin you from yo  mothafuckin head to yo spred feat\
wit dis freez gun colld shit\
blue collored like a dead bodies hipotermia\
should of feared befo, when i waz jus aimin" ya\
learnin ya\
every move\
no one canz prove\
ima serial killa, gorilla\
even killz them drug dillaz\
ain no willaz\
jus by rape, overusin power\
and hour by hour\
findin new pipz, then go back under cover\
never use no rubber, jus tha flesh\
throw whatz left in tha trash\
no robbin of no cash\
just tha schizophtrenia and me\
no materialistic motives jus fucked up brain health, you see?\