Toxsik Waltz - Necro

You better bite your tongue, cuz if not you’ll fight a gun

My raps are street like a bum, I write scum

Corner raps, you caught a crack in your skull

Tryin' to talk back to the quarterback

I call shots, I sold pot to old twats

I ran through different blocks like I had no pops

I get vexed, attack your headset, kid you’re dead next

You ain’t sick, you won’t flip

I don’t trip, I don’t get pimped

I got ownership of all of my own shit, I’m not homeless

Like all you rappers on your label’s dick

Ya not controlling your shit like you’re a disabled bitch

The Brooklyn hustler with the Psycho-Logical family

You disrespect us and we’ll bust shots at you randomly

You gotta hand it to me, I made alot happen with nothin

At least now I’m clappin for somethin'

Bump this, rock this, pump this, obnoxious

Brutal slang, psycho shit, toxic in boxes

Kid sit back, absorb it, cuz you know this shit be morbid

You wanna flip?

Go flip pancakes

I can’t take cats that front with fake handshakes

You’ll need more than a hundred bandaids on your face

When you get laced with blades, I can’t wait

Your time’s comin, watch it kill you

As I kid I fought dirtier than Mildew, and I still do

I’m still ill too, like when I was a kid runnin through the PJ’s and I mushed

you

And I’ll mush you again, you’re soft like a cushion, don’t push me,

I butcher men

I don’t mean to brag, I sold green in a bag

To fat pigs and old men who need it bad

And thugs that got jipped but never popped shit

Cocaine with cut inserted like a Glock clip

I had to walk it, before I was able to talk it

So dont look at me awkward, get off it