Teck-Zilla - INSULIN lyrics

They think they got me with my back to the floor / but its a guard position , and you ain't ready for war , ain't ready for blunt force trauma hammer blows to your jaw / guillotine choke you out just to uneven the score ..tap... Your girl looking like she would like a bang , I max hardcore the hoochie and pa** her to a biker gang , ground game Gracie but Nine is a striker fam , Suarez the type of man nutmeg the ref too, messi penalty pa** I'm straight disrespectful F you , you go wound o Abou Diaby , I gotta Jamaican homie short fuse DonT diss the yardie or he will catch a body ... Twitter warriors keep typing ...I look for who they hyping and roundhouse em , watch him slump hit the floor Dada 5000 , ya mix tape garbage I gave it a light browsing and gasoline dousing no pun intended it Lit Now you throw a fit ranting on the net you tit My volatile exploding spit will blow you to bits Nobody cares about disposable hits I rose from the pits to go at you twits I do not beef with memes Photoshop pics for trips Sue me - I'm lawyered up like Ricky Tarfa , king Mode there's none after But my Newcastle was full of haters so I had to Bounce like Ben Arfa You cannot manipulate the zen master more hardcore than Newjack and Mustapha You new staffers not board members you getting branded branding iron still heating deep inside the coal ember Unfriending all your defenders my ego's gargantuan I wish u get trapped in a pit full of tarantula's Lol ain't nothing funny DonT fams or mention us Cos you about as fake as the letter of Lentulus