The Lethalogist - Fuckin' Problem [Four Flows]

[First Flow, Ambition: Verse 1]

All these bitches out my picture like I committed a crime with a crop tool
I figure why not put my chances on the table and play pool
Fuck I'm thinkin' so much for ?
If I don't make it I swear i'll break every bone of an anorexic crack whore
So much pressure that my conscious can't take life's interrogation
I have a cold and im impatient, you can say im sick of waiting
Im anxious
Wipe the cocaine residue from your nostrils
You motherfuckers are hostile
Rhymes are tight like fat bitches wearing aeropostale
Reinstate that segment
Fuck that shit, probably why there's so many bitches at my school pregnant
The devil wears prada
Bitch you look like the chupacabra when you wear nada
[Second Flow, Rebellious: Verse 2]

Keep your gun cocked ?
Nah nigga you suck cock
Look like narcoleptic dumb ass who overdosed on the crack rock
Let me evaluate my sentences
You see I spit more bars then the national prison
And im about to deliver your death sentence
Typical shit really bores me
Me killing you in this battle is unholy
Fuck you and your raps I pissed on em and burned em
And used the ashes to symbolize how you will be after I demolish you
I split atomic molecules to abolish you
Bullshit about shootin' a gun
When you know you never held one
Your done
A poor excuse of an opponent
Who don't even compose the components of the rap game
Your a fake ass Yo Gotti

[Third Flow, Realistic: Verse 3]

Music is corrupted, so is a person's religion
Government knew of prophecies and cataclysms
Ancient Secrets
Sacred Books
We choose now to sink our teeth in
Social defiance
Evil alliance
Illuminati infects the soul and body
[Fourth Flow, Lyricism: Verse 4]

But Look
I'ma fuckin' narcissist
The sickest lyricist with syphilis
Trained in killing shit
My difference
In general
Is my rhymes are militant
Reinforced with the skill of eliminating the nonsense

... Coming from my conscious , I have a I don't give a fuck problem ... so fuck it

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