KILLIN SPREE CYPHER
BLASTHEME'S VERSECriminal tactis done when ya bwoy git involved
Which of them monkeyz is tha weakest link, thatza bout ta be solved
Call me dr. darwin when I speak on evolution
Then call me MR BLASTHEME when tha thirty eight's barrel spins in revolution
Lotta talkin about who an what izza problem then homey I'm tha solution
Trash talkin kats bodies piled up then that's called pollution
Lotta guns they talkin but aint none'a them done no shootin
Git all up in my grill an git cut for tryna play cute an
Grapplers we can grapple, I'll bite'cha adam's apple
Drain you of your plasma an feed it to ya team like bottled snapple
Body blows I throw leave you doubled up like two fives
'Cept we ain't playin black jack you tryna sur-vive uh homicide
I'm on na murderous spree travelin like uh javelin state ta state
face ta f-a-c-e, m-p-3, c-d, whatever your bit-rate
My speed is compared to thought pulses not light
They tried measuring me in sound but it was too slow an not right
Faster than the eye blinks I'm in ya mind swift like that
I'm even quicker than that when I smell blood an itz time ta rip uh kat
So call all tha authorities an tell em BLASTHEME's on tha prowl
I don't smoke chemicals but I stay hi like tha wise owl
(whoooo?...BLASTHEME!!...thats whooooo!!)...lmao
just'a lil somethin off tha top...tol u that jawn u wrote made me feel like rippin...
Peace
BLAS
KDAVIDSCOTT1'S VERSE
Criminal tactics that can't be traced,
you and your crew have all been erased,
can't tell who is who when you've been defaced,
body parts, blood and guts all over the place.
For the rest of your friends and your family,
MzBlaze is gonna unleash her artillery,
she's stealth, she's leathal - she the whole army.
she's ready and willing to cause a catastrophe.
Go get 'em MzBlaze from the shore to sea,
no need to keep count of the casualty,
if you need body bags to don't look to me,
spray napalm on them fool and burn 'em G'...
KD
MIZBLAZE's VERSE
Enter the illest to slice and dice bitches/
The sickest, I strike vicious/ not for business or riches
but simple pleasure...
Untwistin human intestines/ stitch em into a sweater...
Serial killa flows/ Leave hoes
in the morgue half froze wit missin fingers and toes/
Yet to be identified by someone they know...
I'm so quick to get vile/ Never fakin a smile
..stalkin victims a while/ leavin corpses defiled
Cus I waste em with STYLE/ stackin bodies in piles...
Genocidal flows/ should be in prison no trial...
Homocidal prose; I gets wild/
leave mothers on a mission to find they missin child...
See me comin? Hit the tile/ homeboy...I'm on edge
Cold as ice! (see ya slippin, push ya over the ledge...)
Clip the neighbor's nosy head instead of my fuckin hedge...
Angel of death, I bring / ill tidings of great dread...
Leave all blood relatives to collectin they fuckin dead/
and deflecting the effects of the panic thats widespread...
MIZ B
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