Ronnie BG - Filthy lyrics

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Ronnie BG - Filthy lyrics

[Verse] Hit you with a left hook Look at every cranny and nook And you might find out why I'm so misunderstood They want me to put my rhymes to good That's as likely As Christopher Reeves walking on both of his feet You better flee - I hope you have fast feet I'm a missile on overdrive about to overheat - I'm full of heat I tried to keep my rhymes discrete But I have so many words inside of my memory They started flowing out of me - Take a seat Let me introduce you to my sweet suite It's located on Forty-First Ave and Twenty-First street You said I wouldn't make it, now you have to concede Every time I write it's with supersonic speed - believe Superman going for a jog around the galaxy My verbal agility Is like Tyson versus Muhammed Ali You wanted to spit bars well motherf**er go ahead I'll snap you in half like a Kit Kat and blow your brains back With some poisonous lead I don't mean to be braggadocios But I can rap circles around these square lyricists My rhymes are straight malicious, vicious, and vigorous When I was born my mom had a booth inside of her uterus So trust me I'm not new to this You need to be neutered b**h Burn a crucifix Shove it down your esophagus Stab Jesus and sacrifice him to the dark lord Sabbath It's a habit to make my rhymes atrocious So you know who wrote this I take the shoes out my shoe box Motherf**er tell me who rocks For a living I'd shoot cops You know that I'm too hot I scare you "Boo", then pop Your b**h blew my top While she ingested some blue motherf**ing Pop Rocks Show no compa**ion when other emcees are rapping Im like Jeffrey Dahmer Meeting Adam Lanza At Queens Plaza While John Wayne Gacy Is raping Benito Mussolini Ted Bundy Got James Holmes in a headlock While Timothy McVeigh and Fred West watch I possess the spirit of all of them Now watch me rock While I tell you to kick rocks in flip flops I'm the only kid on my block Who can throw lambs to the slaughter like Alfred Hitchco*k I need at least three to four These Adidas and these Fedoras And Dora can not explore All this horror and rap gallore Wait... The beat cut off?