文本歌词

House Of Games 2 (Explicit) - Locksmith/R.A. the Rugged Man
Stick a fork in his corpse
Cordially courting
Sourcing his portion for organs
Give metaphors an abortion
A portrait of poor sportsmen
Endorse remorse towards him
I torch his vocal cords til his course is the four horsemen
Your core's forcing
They roar but I'm board snoring
A smorgasbord of endorphins
I'm dwarfing your dwarf swordsmen
I retort but of course no recourse for him
I'm more of a moor
That's why my rapport discourse for it
I'm forming a fort
Forcing proportions that pour forward
Sort of a four-fifth to your orifice you poor b**ch
Forfeit tryna spit with this ni**a
I forewarned him
Waging a war
Décor of Muhammed or George Foreman
Performing vocal expressions that question the status quo
Inhabit no sense of worth when you barely can pack a show
Distracted by the fact I was too rabid impacted by
The ****t people said
But instead let it amplified
And niggas want a response
My response; 'Keep waiting'
Fools rush in smart niggas keep patient
Chasing the next man
The best plan developed wrong
F**k rushing a freestyle my ni**a
Make a better song
Yo Yo one round Roger Mayweather
Rocky Lockridge
Who better to rock with than the Locksmith
Stop it with the gossip
Swearing when the clock tock tick
The plot got thick
The bomb like the rhyme that I kick
Body bashing bruised broken bones
Bloody mosh pits
Truth telling is labeled hate speeches
These poisonous brain leaches
Smack the principals and rape the fake teachers
Hypocrital Hollywood hoodlums that make features
Political pandering preachers that desecrate Jesus
Dumbing down society
Everything is over-simplified
Cowards are put on pedestals and heroes are villainized
My organization Untouchable Force
Ice Mix Master
And life's sh*t baffling fight b**ches staggering
Towards this white **** javelin dispatching 'em
Every lyrical diss catching 'em
Distracting 'em pistol packing click clacking 'em
You can't claim title with no win first
You're a bigger p**sy than the p**sy when it give birth
Keeping the poor in prison
Rhyme like a 90s cat from Rawkus was spitting
Reflection Eternal and Nas in the source It Was Written
Not influenced by any corporate decision
I ignore your opinion
I'm the GOAT above Fraizer
Norton Foreman and Liston
Laws of religion cause the hoards of division
Doors of admission
Causing the friction inscription like the walls of Egyptians
Paint a portrait like the Lord of the Christians
Tainted all to this pigment
Forced depiction got us all in a prison
But ain't no God in this system can't evolve in conditions
But they write me off as being off and left my thoughts in perdition
Bitching
Often would grapple tackle this road to no progression
Claiming you Atheist but still worship your possessions
Ground rope with a down stroke
And they now spoke to the town folk
Scrounge folk about rope
But they found no amount of those
Sex trafficking out The Vatican
Rather than found hope
Profound smoke from burning
Oh you'd thought they found a new pope
Black chemicals signify the simple lies that masses rally
Screenshot of a rap blog
Saw the image of Alex Crowley
A massive tally
I pass it barely I'm Makaveli
Strong as the purest d**e is this rapper outta Cali