Lomo - f** Wit Me lyrics

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Lomo - f** Wit Me lyrics

Verse 1 Sit down for a minute as I sway and spit Since I was a kid, I never Gave a sh** I'd just slit the wrists of b**hes who made me sick They split, cause they knew they hits couldn't make me quit I'm too determined to find the beat and rhyme tough So you give the blow jobs, and I'll give the mind f**s Through these bars, there's no possible way you could find a Rapper who could design a rhyme ta make me resign bruh Always carry a mic cause my words hurt more than weapons Rappers worrying imma diss 'em, they are distressin' Don't step in my way guessin' if I'll teach you a lesson Cause when you dead in a diss, you'll see I don't just threaten Adam's apple's inside my throat, so I'm spittin' evil Mad drums grapple n find my hope, no mind's wit is equal I'm evil kenevil's sequel spitting diesel through needles Never feeble, I'm lethal, Putting people in fetal Positions I'm an "Image" of the street cause "I'm - A - Ge" This no scrimmage or gimmick, I'm livid and rhyme to beat Spittin' to win it, you don't finish first, you grime to me Livin' to get it, never quittin', it's my time, you'll see Hook You wanna shoot? Well I don't duck, HIT ME I go hard as f**, there is no luck in me So there's no way that you can f** wit me Ya, you just can't f** wit me Verse 2 Lomo is back in so fear go in your heart Talking all this "smack", I'm a "Hero in" these bars I don't lack, only jeer, though I may start A fight, f** that, I ain't that far From superb, I just need to learn how I must astray From the worst and work 'til I'm dirt and dust in the grave My words stir and move you in circles, I just a maze I'm a nerd rhyming, I curve and swerve words, my trust degrates Daily cause all a y'all betray me but I need no One at all, I maul who calls when writing, please don't The one thing on my calendar is just ball like steve - o // Steve - O "I'm all balls man" Dissing me's fatal, each punchline's fatal, there's nothin' whack In my tracks, never doing an*l, but I bust in a** So I can cradle my dream, so I'm playful just in rap Unable to be grateful and never stuck in the past Wrote and sold a rap for no cash, it was free verse Your soul ain't cold enough for my bold raps, you'll just bleed worse This rap may be short, but I still remain standing tall With that, they retort, but I fill the brain in man with awe Hook You wanna shoot? Well I don't duck, HIT ME I go hard as f**, there is no luck in me So there's no way that you can f** wit me Ya, you just can't f** wit me Verse 3 I'm the lyrical Michael Jordan, scorin' Over borin' emcee's when I'm recordin' Warrin' wit any warden, or any swordsmen Constantly flirtin' with d**h to keep from warpin' I used to give a f**, 'til I became pissed off Now I live to bust raps with puns, that give awe You want to touch me, but you get no buzz and get tossed By girls, the only b**h you f**ed's the one you flipped off But my dick contradicts the rest, it must be illegal Talking sh** just to get this head, I'm too f**ing lethal When I spit, rappers wish for d**h, cause they ain't equal Wit my wit we will get this bread, and stay fly as eagles But I'm not dire to get money, I wanna gain awe I'm wired to spit so they mire n quit, n they fall But with all the fire I spit, the track still remains raw Hate, the higher it gets, wrath fills and pain gnaws At my heart, shrinking mercy, making cruelty all Inside my thoughts, phone ringing, and showing goofy broads Cause your b**h keeps thinking my bu*t dials are booty calls But I wish when I spit this, y'all don't get truly lost Cause I'm going faster than lightning, I've mastered writing, don't think I'm just average You're plastered if fighting's your plan, cause your whack, exciting just one crackhead I'm all metaphors combined, better for the mind, you in a war with rhymes And your effort and grind is less rigour than mine, so I can a**ure your mind Has weakened more than mine, I'm leaping past who cheating, my clever's the best Only co*ky when speaking raps, even sleeping, my mind's never at rest I'm stuck in these lines, come for me, I'm going too fast, you ain't touching me If you come at me, expect puns and speed to show you can't f** wit me Hook You wanna shoot? Well I don't duck, HIT ME I go hard as f**, there is no luck in me So there's no way that you can f** wit me Ya, you just can't f** wit me Outro