Overflow - Killshot lyrics

Oh damn i ain't take my pills, bro Oh sh*t, i ain't take my pills, bro it's getting kinda blurry Oh sh*t {verse 1} I'm em and you're machine gun kelly, fasa3 bik wenti mezelet thawes el teli Lyrically matnajamesh tcompari, nrappi b2ay lougha haw fi belek Man faili fhata song, it's on motherfu*ker, messing with the wrong motherfu*ker Go on and make a song and diss me, let's see if you're gone hit me, but trust me You better be, one of the illest mfs in the industry with impeccable rhyme schemes Incredible rhymes see, you better start running, incredible how weak your bars are Lyrically we too far apart like earth and mars are, got your autopsy scheduled Call it birth of a new don, the don (dawn) of a new era, come on, it's your shot To prove that youre clever that you're better that you merit the title It's vital that i kill you on the first diss cause i'm to focus on better things, me b*tch This whole diss, sh*t is a waste of time, a waste of rhymes, but wait Am i, gonna let a a little twig, disrespect me, hell nah, this that killshot I kid not, i'm finna blow your whole spot, surpass me think not Fear not, i'm gonna make it quick b*tch So allow me to kill it uh, this that villain, ya feelin me, grip the heater and make it rain I keep it insane, elevate the dose and inject it straight into your brain Hold on hold on, you thought i'mma do this whole diss without dropping any names Ahahahah that's crazy man, now anyways let me get my list {verse 2} I'm fiening for blood like dracula Spit that spectacular {pause} better feel that rhythm I might come off a little vicious, but best believe i ain't kidding when i say I can murder these b*tches on your show which is a fact In fact i never hold back, call me trigger happy, but right now I'm far from happy i'm pissed so best put you vest on Teflon won't do the trick make it ti, see i, keep the peace Unless you do me dirty like that homie, then it's gone be rest in piece Got it capiche, this is a feast, homie gone eat cannibalistic when the mic is in reach fu*k that lyrical miracle spiritual sh*t This that serial killer sh*t, i ain't never dissed But when i do, homie best believe it's the pinnacle I ain't even started yet i ain't afraid to drop names Yo illbucks, yo yo what's happening I heard it's temporary right, you bet yo ass it's temporary I ain't talking about the song dummy i'm talking about your very Own career,like damn get back homie, take a seat homie Recede homie, you can't compete homie Damn you got a lil buzz now you acting all tough Talking bout you gone call back and it's all bluff You don't ghost the of, the illest of poets Designing rhymes finer than moet, that hit harder that car bombs I'm blowing minds like vietnam, i'm ready to murder these rappers That's word to john gayze, it don't phaze me grip the heat and i get to lacing call 197 I said call 197 it's homicide, better yet genocide from absy to 105, run and hide and Homie i'm spitting (spit on) acidic Middle finger to the critic yes you fu*king with it i don't give a sh*t who did it better This a warning shot you dig it? either call back and get back to business or i'mma drop the second one and you get hit with, the illest sh*t you ever listened to b*tch then it's the death of you b*tch Get it? got it? alright Oh and i'm just playing ill bucks you know i love you