Machiavelli - 8:30 freestyle lyrics

[verse 1:Machiavelli] I'm f**in' sick And quick to lick This dipstick Put it on my dick and stick it To your b**h's lips I'm sorry sometimes I just f**in' slip Cause I'm cryptic With a big dick And I'm vicious When I stick it in sh** Same gist for when I spit Off the tip of my tongue If it was off my dome The sh** would never get done When I find your b**h I'm takin' her home And I'm makin' her cum If you talk sh** You should probably run Cause I'm comin' for vengeance And I'm f**in' relentless If you find an empty case Then I've probably spent it... Didn't start the feud But I'll probably end it My diction's depictin' The fiction While Skitzo is mixin' And rippin' the b**h in Tried to to produce But I'm stickin' to spittin' I would try fruity loops But drum pads don't work in the kitchen A backwards personality Got a pair of Nike's Where my psyche should be Most likely to be An emcee Dispensing Iconoclastic lyrics In a ten-speed While I'm f**in' Word fencing With swords I smithed sh** That's f**in' deadly You don't wanna know where my head be I'll pull this tech till the clip is empty I would tell you to check where your heads at: But's that kinda hard to do when your headless...