J. Logan - NSFW (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse: J. Logan] Here's something different, you b**hes I'm not here spitting some kid sh** I came to lyrically fist it Meanwhile I'm f**ing your missus Without a condom, tremendous She bout to swallow my kids in A f**ing Holiday Inn and I'm not too fond of your friendship You and your squad is some b**hes I'll tell your mom, "Eat a dick with Semen as condiments," b**h you Think that responding to this will Leave you with honor, well n***a I'm f**ing sorry to hit you I go full auto on triggers You f**, I'm monster-ous [Verse 2: Logan] Crushing sh**, like I'm Godzilla My dick is prime, like Optimus Cherries, like zits I'm popping them Beating them down like cops in the Middle East like Iraq where the Penalties never stop 'cause I'm Stopping these rappers hearts With my pen, indeed I'm an author An artist, the sh** I draw will leave Of you needing lawyers I'll put you straight into coffins I'm sorry, no metaphor with these bars It's straight from my jaw So you little f**s can acknowledge My power is so exalting I bet that you cowards thought that I'd quit or just f**ing stop After last school year when I dropped me Some sh** that's yet to be topped And I'm sorry you been fell off Cuz you're aching and I'm just talkin I'm waiting for your response cuz Cuz flow can make Stephen Hawking be able To walk and talk again [Verse 3: Logan] Go take some Ritalin before you talk some sh** again You older but you little, and you rap just like a f**ing kid I'm out for blood b**h, and all of you are bleeding Like some pussies, if you push me I'll leave all of you deceased I'm not trying to be peaceful, I'll put all of you to sleep Like a f**ing lullaby, I'm Columbine out in these streets I think I crossed a line, or I just set the bar higher I burn your mixtapes inside my bonfire Your days ain't been long boy, who's ever heard of you? You say that you're immortal, so how did i just murder you? I'm taking shots at your head, I know your girl approves And I won't stop till you're dead and done with making music I'm not spiteful, I'm not bitter But you put me next to anybody else, and they surrender Ask the man in the mirror, "Who's out running with scissors?" I'll strike all of you out, this right here's a no hitter Yo, and I'm the umpire, toss you out of my diamond Give you all a high five, and thumbs up, nice try And this is not the minors, I'm coming out swinging Knocking you f*ggots out of the park, and it's the first inning