Sniping
Sniping (1/23/2006)
I use these words from a nerve and they’re stolen like a bandit
Though I gotta slow it down so you can simply understand it
Why should I fucking stand it when this isn’t how I planned it
A step to the back cause your shit’s been underhanded
But now my ship has landed and it’s time for invasion
No means of evasion, rage for levitation
Ways of devastation, fuck your playful persuasion
I tear through the verse, no restraint, reservation
Cause their ain’t no temptation to make me resist this
You’re the light to my pipe and I’m gonna fucking hit this
And everyone can witness from the start to the finish
You can fucking flex your arm, but you’re still so fucking dickless
And nobody’s gonna fix this, there’s nobody here to calm me
Sixty turned to nothing, try your best to fucking harm me
It’s your best to disregard me, my attacks are never fading
I got the flames for the game and I hope you’re fucking playing
Cause I know what you’ve been saying and now you’re on my shit list
Every vowel like a laser, I’m a sniper with a hit list
When it comes to games and business, nobody said to mix this
But you’ve crossed the fucking line by too many fucking inches
Now you’re one of many bitches and I hope you fucking see this
I’ll even slow it down so you can take the time to read this
I know you can’t believe this, I know that you don’t need this
But it’s simply my desire to make sure that I complete this
Cause I’m not the guy to beef with unless you got the skill son
I won’t get on my knees, bitch, I fight because it’s still fun
And everytime I kill one, I build up my fucking ego
Another bitch with no reply, goodbye, my buff amigo
Notes: It’s a quicker, shorter flow than I’ve been using lately. I’m simply addressing someone who intervened where he shouldn’t have.
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