k**aBeatz - U.G.R slaughter lyrics

[intro] Hey yo, underground rappers No sweat without a crash, yeah Be ready to be slaughtered [verse] The sh** that pops and made your down caspers Salted earth with f**in' clown n***as Rap now sound bitter with no one pepper I meant it tastes bitter, k** the beat producer Uh, eager to fight, the field israelites Closed open doors for sudan , neither one of 'em legal These sh**s reach to completion, imma make some deletions Complications n***as tryna make in this kingdom That f**ing freedom you have better dance with your b**h Or else this sh** on behaving badly I'll shift most of yuh totally Morally, incase you act illegally Like the Mexicans sneaking through the border You found dead none gotta matter You waif children, you find this sh** interesting But this whole damn a**ault combatted your a** Canibalistic traumatic fantastic gunning Optimistic tryna mimic those gimmicks dying Nothing you can do if you supposed to Now i see my shots closed you Imma make some military carfew Then madaf**ers have to accept it a clue You fool, you dummy you're just a wannabe Infected mic don't bother again going to studio Rip apart rappers like New York Clippers Rebu*t all of my verse on me, you're just flippers? You never made it, you can't get it Who among you is a dope Mc? Before i drop off my cigar and blow hennesey k**ed yuh with a bunch of shots like Malcolm X And see who wanna come at me next You had yesterday with generator Rex The evo genes intruded you kinda complex n***as after swag, i used to buy guns Playing with words like the real Bun Pun all of it when i'm done son We milked all babies, its our turn Cheese with ease, these rappers weak at me If the truth is this the king is me Imma be Asap rocky 'cause you're a f**ing problem Rock you like Jamie Hendrix rockin' them And my bars crazy like M&M[eminem] chocolates Imma f** all ya' 2Pac commemorate A silly a** n***a riding on donkey's dick You got D's special day your a** on a creak Break hearts wreck souls You spending days in Drake shows You're one of 'em, you're murdering hip hop Troll and lop your a** to gays pop Fry, hit and salted your verses like popcorns What the f** you gain from watching gays' p**n You a h*mo, otherwise hermaphrodite Them say the higher you go the cooler it becomes But its the higher you go the fooler you become Money i made is less than quarter of your tax man You worth this money in a wrong way, its gay's s** income! With this you want to claimed being a hustler Buh i used to snatch with my hand The day i'll be caught no asylum I'm a real G Hit that small ball and beat OG's You a fake genius You slay your a** in premieres With seniors, your flows ain't linear Imma make my flows coming at photo-velocity Sometimes i ignore doing this, Gad taught some generosity Inventing punches is my daily activity Where's your girl? At house getting f**ed with me! [outro] These n***as mad at me Throwing some sh**s, now know Where im hanging Babylon destroyer