Lunatic's verse:
In my verses u see my impulses to burst this despersed ill curses
At first Nurses tried to reverse it, made it worse they remorsed
I just Pull the pen outta my sleeve like assassins creed
Then write rhymes and metaphors till my hands bleed
Or till pages are filled with rage, that's guaranteed!
Bars blow ur eyes and house, won't be no Quarentine
my first contender saw my lines and threw up -
In the toilet, like B Rabbit but he didn't show up
Then the second came and I saw he was my nigga
Was soft back then but I still threw my middle finger
Came once again, facing the Russian puta
Gonna beat u so bad, putin's gonna cry for ya
See I was being heathen, but I come up with alter ego
HIT'n SHIT on ur FANS, and turn u to a real schizo
Am beyond ur perception, look'n slim but really shady
Look here dude, ur married to a babushka lady
She's the blind one, who can't spot URINES, SEMENS 'N VODKAS
(u are in semens and vodkas)
not to mention, she got them potatoes stuffed in her ass
Breath' s fart gas, and then show off like a middle class Ras
Been dirty barbie with herpes, jerk in every party
Some body tell'em, he ain't the so called bintovsky
I may be the crazed, but Ras Putin in ur own game
Never wanted a Hall(.. To mean hole) cuz I already got the Fame
And the pussy Despot must be weeded to think about battlin' the ferocious, precocious Lyricist with explosives
For symbiosis, u better take the loses, or I'll give u tuberculosis or Coronary thrombosis
Maybe The diagnosis will read "death due to lack of precautions, about the boss's acidosis lines which gave Atrociouses overdoses"
I ain't tellin' all this causes for silly applauses when the rhyme flow pauses
I'm just tryna warn u B4 ppl at the cemetery throw u some pink roses
Grew up with filthy monsters, I got no guilty conscience
I let knowledge drop, when u both spit nonsense
In my verses u see my impulses to burst this despersed ill curses
At first Nurses tried to reverse it, made it worse they remorsed
I just Pull the pen outta my sleeve like assassins creed
Then write rhymes and metaphors till my hands bleed
Or till pages are filled with rage, that's guaranteed!
Bars blow ur eyes and house, won't be no Quarentine
my first contender saw my lines and threw up -
In the toilet, like B Rabbit but he didn't show up
Then the second came and I saw he was my nigga
Was soft back then but I still threw my middle finger
Came once again, facing the Russian puta
Gonna beat u so bad, putin's gonna cry for ya
See I was being heathen, but I come up with alter ego
HIT'n SHIT on ur FANS, and turn u to a real schizo
Am beyond ur perception, look'n slim but really shady
Look here dude, ur married to a babushka lady
She's the blind one, who can't spot URINES, SEMENS 'N VODKAS
(u are in semens and vodkas)
not to mention, she got them potatoes stuffed in her ass
Breath' s fart gas, and then show off like a middle class Ras
Been dirty barbie with herpes, jerk in every party
Some body tell'em, he ain't the so called bintovsky
I may be the crazed, but Ras Putin in ur own game
Never wanted a Hall(.. To mean hole) cuz I already got the Fame
And the pussy Despot must be weeded to think about battlin' the ferocious, precocious Lyricist with explosives
For symbiosis, u better take the loses, or I'll give u tuberculosis or Coronary thrombosis
Maybe The diagnosis will read "death due to lack of precautions, about the boss's acidosis lines which gave Atrociouses overdoses"
I ain't tellin' all this causes for silly applauses when the rhyme flow pauses
I'm just tryna warn u B4 ppl at the cemetery throw u some pink roses
Grew up with filthy monsters, I got no guilty conscience
I let knowledge drop, when u both spit nonsense