Exploding Shottie (feat. Mr Traumatik)

I flow so cold and grotty

Your lyrics are old and soggy

I'm like an exploding shottie

I flow so cold and grotty

Your lyrics are old and soggy

I'm like an exploding shottie

Yo, I'm like an exploding shottie

Make up their noise like Pavarotti

I'm old school like beam me up, Scotty

My bars are intimidating

I make an emcee piss his party

I'm like a Blue-Ray DVD

You're like a pirate copy

I'm not taking any violations

People wanna make money off my creations

My bars are paranormal, levitation

Warfare, biological radiation

Pitbull, I'm a animal, old station

Eat flesh like I'm Hannibal, I'll wait then

Spray with something flammable

I make your face look incompatible, yeah

I flow so cold and grotty

Your lyrics are old and soggy

I'm like an exploding shottie

I flow so cold and grotty

Your lyrics are old and soggy

I'm like an exploding shottie

I am the ever-less, devilish, rebelist, evilest

Like a murder charge, I'm intensive

Chasing mans over fences

Letting off shots dropping on the floor like one penitence

Suffer your own consequences

Leave dead bodies in trenches

Take you on an adventure, leave a man with dementia

Better mind that when I enter

I'll leave the place all bloody and red like placenta

I'm a true representer

I do most of my dirty work in the winter

Drop my rust in I.P., you'll see, just like Splinter

Blacks out like ninja

Coulda been brunette, coulda been blonde or ginger

Or a alcohol binger

I flow so cold and grotty

Your lyrics are old and soggy

I'm like an exploding shottie

I flow so cold and grotty

Your lyrics are old and soggy

I'm like an exploding shottie

My bars are impolite and sour

I've got the Intel Quad Core power

If you wanna try clash me

Like a iPhone battery, you'll die in less than an hour

When I spit bars, I make you feel good like sex in the shower

And it's I'ma jump on a beat, I devour

Yeah, my bars have got sniper rifle power

Take mans out from the Eiffel Tower

Do you have balls like having sex through 140 miles per hour

I spit naughty rhymes on sour

Like people snorting lines of flour

I've got lyrics for days

I'll write 140 lines per hour

I flow so cold and grotty

Your lyrics are old and soggy

I'm like an exploding shottie

I flow so cold and grotty

Your lyrics are old and soggy

I'm like an exploding shottie