Lunar C - WY Freestyle over Angel Haze "New York" instrumental lyrics

[Verse 1: Lunar C] Yo, I'm running, running through the jungle Swinging with an anaconda wrapped around my knuckles I put gorillas in headlocks, grab them in a huddle? I spill their blood when I got them, then drown them in a puddle How come these rappers say they won't change Then they make a load of gay sh** for radio play That's why I hate the whole game, I ain't saying no names But I ain't a**ociating with these pagans, no way I'm on this, I know that it's tough sometimes and I moan It's just a life that I chose And you couldn't change my mind if you put a knife to my throat I'm undeniably dope, big up everyone supporting and f** your life if you don't My dick will leave a b**h with a sore throat like she got strangled Paralysed with a p**y smelling of off mackerel Getting under your skin like bomb shrapnel Walking 'round with two fat joints like I've got cankles You don't know a crew that can rap this hard in Britain Fly Tippers in this b**h, we be aggy, I'm just chilling Took your mother to the bedroom, but your dad just started b**hin' So I smashed it on the landing like a Kamikaze mission On my birthday a seance, preformed by a cover Hands in a dark room, I wasn't born I was summoned all of the sudden I'm just giving you a short introduction and insight into why all my thoughts are disgusting I'm satan, any church is getting burned down Body anybody that I battled in the first round They're angry cause I jumped in the scene and just destroyed it f** a clash; I've never even lost a coin flip Hah! This is a hard beat pattern Sounds like a fat b**hes a** cheeks clapping I'm not a rapper, I'm just good at sh** talking Peddle bike pimping, Bargain bin balling But I ain't f**ing with these second rate reprobates I dead my prey before they get a chance to plan to get away Yeah, and anyone that makes it to my cellar stays I got these backpackers hooked like Leatherface All and you up and comers go and do your homework Haters on my dick, but I know why they so hurt I'm k**ing this so much I'm getting on my own nerves Dub-Y Bradford, make this mission covert