got that hotness

its like....

rap is my fettish
rippin heads apart like heads of lettuce
man yall just relish
the fact that ima menace
yall progressively sinking like the island of venice
lets get italian
murk niggas faster than the speed of a stallion
im hard to the core my heart a gold medallion
still working with the steel
pistol on my side just cuz i like the way it feel
eatin niggas up like veal
gettin drug deals
man wats good homie
eat your last meal cuz tonight youll be lonely
make some friends with the maggets
wanna act up do you dirty like a faggot
wanna get a fix man got the ratchet
target on ya face like a graffiti artist just tagged it
when i come around u hop around like rabbits
got bitches showing off their talent
like beauty queen pagents
and i stay on the deck
grindin with the right gadets

Rap is ya fettish, but the shit i do is to nasty
something like butt fuckin a 80 year slut, with my gun but while lettin her suck till i pop it off, and top it off with a everlasitn nut,
you see im just bored this evenin, just stuck in a virtual median lookin for a medium
to channel my agressions to repress my demons in
but on a rare moment they burst through the seams, kinda like something from your worst dreams, a nightmare After christmas, from a tim burton scene
no cartoon but dude im hella animated
my destiny drawned to the wall of time but i can face it, erase it, then replace it
I gave you a taste what i can do to you guy, by takin a couple a rhymes you thought were wise, and used them to bring ya demise
i bet in ya familes eyes your a compromise, prolly get laughed at like family guy, a loose end with no family ties
The people who read this goin be like why did rika go so hard on this guy,
because lettin wack niggas survive is something i truly despise
you say you roll with the ratchet, you should trade it in for a hatchet and chop up ya rhyme book
and you stay on deck because you never gonna make it, your career hada bond of hope, sorry had to break it
remember the name, cuz you dont deserve to see my face
cover up cuz you need to save ya face, god damn im scorchin him
Rikashay the one who took his career to its origin, no existence

i am riding into the face of death,like a crowd of zombies.
computer rappers think they competition but they too funny
as i arrived i kicked a bitch out my car for looking too bummy
i make my verses stretch,while yours look too crummy
like sum fucked up clothes u just throw on out of your closet
but im real nigga,wear gucci flipflops to make a bank deposit
u wish u could keep up but my lyrics are so composite
you actin like a tough thug,u need to drop it
drop wat?drop dat fake look and stop dat shit
u weak rappers came to da wrong site,time to transfer
only 14 cant drive,but i still got a chauffeur
im just the real beast u thought u were
i eat rapperse,and tell hataz pass the sauce
future bright like white teeth full of floss
u niggas is struggling like a bad financial loss
left u confused like a double agent that got double crossed
im the beast on the other side of the fence,but u scared to come across
and my pockets stay full cuz i know being the best costs.
im unpredictable cuz my flow is so diversed.
growing up in the hood always expecting the worse
just remember the kings are always first
scared to walk my way,make u go in reverse
yo flow is dead, i knew i saw ya verse leave in a hearse.
no matter wat,i gotta stand tall
cant be scared,gotta overcome it all
if i got money,why shouldnt i buy the mall
im always business like a conference call
watch me smash ya verses like a cannon ball
light the string and watch the cannon sprawl
walking through yall wonderin where the competition went like a ghost town
all these weak spitters,scared to spoke now
dream all u want ima bring ya hope down