ZOTiYAC - Human Centipede Freestyle

{Intro}
Ayy, pew
Ayy (J-J-JXYLN)

{Verse 1}
Clip tucker, the KRISS Vector bumper (Bumping)
Whatever was left dumping (Grr)
The shit in the chest thumping
Seeing distress signals come out of the flesh from it (Shh)
I read it and said nothing (Grr)
He dead from the red button
The message in blood written (Ayy)
His blood in the red puddle (Ayy)
The legend he ain't living, you literally gotta love it (Gotta love it)
A nigga get the beef, we ain't doing the deep discussion
Keep shooting out the drum, call that facing the repercussion (Grr)
I drop my kids off in a bitch stomach and punish hеr (Shh), and leave her in a puddlе
I'm leaving 'cause I ain't stuck with her (Real fast)
I catapult a bullet inside a nigga jugular (Bah)
A headshot (Bah), we drop a fuck nigga memory (Bah-bah)
I'm mentally a mad man, torturing the enemy (Mentally I'm mad)
Make a nigga eat shit, Human Centipede (Eat shit)
Green and pink grant my wish like Timothy (Green and pink, haha)
End him up if the nigga think he anything (And then die)
Horror movie, boy, this shit'll get Sinister (Ayy)
Shot by the Remy, direct hit from the general (Get hit)
It's some 'bout a rap nigga dying at his pinnacle (Some 'bout a rap nigga)
Many men finished with a clip I administer (Grr, bah)
Clips on stand-by, they ain't rendering
Get rich or die tryin', nigga, you attentive (You attentive)
The day you waiting for is a day I ain't rememberin' (Yeah)
Pourin' liquor over you (Yeah), then reminisce (Ayy)

{Bridge}
The way that I predicted it
You drowning, you falling victim to the dissonance
The tension is building, resulting anything, but listening (Shh)
Gibberish lips finna sit in it
Watching everything as it pass, you blind visioning
Free will, get turned to a free kill for the ignorance
High as fuck, my head on a swivel, remaining vigilant (Shh)
Without the pill, I imitate the effects of a stimulate (Ha)
Drift off, this shit on my hip toss is the end of it (Ayy)

{Verse 2}
Catch a nigga while he falling, and then drop his bitchass (Drop him)
Get to bagging out the rock, smoke a opp and live far
Pull it out the pocket then I gotta quickdraw
If I'ma up it, I'ma blow it (Ayy), I ain't gotta give thought (I ain't got to)
Give big backshots 'til the condom rip off, uh
Uh, lil' mama vagina get soft
Don't hit my line, ain't on nothing, I am not finna talk (Ayy)
I hang up on this bitch 'cause my mama jus' called (Up on the bitch)
Smack the taste out a nigga mouth for what he say
Punch a nigga face (Smack), pull the pin out of the grenade
We ain't loading no clips (Ayy), brain exploding yo' bitch (Yo' bitch)
Nigga, decapitated heads posting on sticks (Decapitating)
Nigga bled red, get popped
Can't I.D., took out to the shed, and then shot
Ain't no pole, up North
Nigga head went pop (Went pop)
Shit done all went South (Ayy)
Send the feds and SWAT, yup

{Outro}
Heh, ayy
I never called a fake star
I ain't even called the cops, ayy
Ain't even got that number in my phone