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Kid Vishis - The Future feat. HorseShoe Gang Lyrics

Oho, they shoot
Fake emcees bore me, itís cool cause unfortunately
In georgie porgie sorority has no authority
This ainít writing, you ainít a killer
So what you gonn do against some niggas who ainít fighting with you
Hereís a hint, 11 pop, medics, doc, heaven, god
You know where Iím going with this
Youíll be fired from your job cause you rap niggas tryina have a knife fight
Well I brought a fire in squad

My nigga Vishis told me spazz, my spit is sharp and splits a broken glass
Pick the biggest chrome and split your dome in half
My click is so advanced, dope as ethiopian opium,
giving dope to cats,
Without sittin on the ave.
Ya'll fuckin talk tough
What you all fronting n' soft huh?
When yall could be as big as ?? with paul bunyan
yall running when that saw doth dumping
like I told this blind broad sucking my dick
Iím the hardest thing you never saw coming
Itís all funny, games to me, fly till I die
If my plane crash in the ocean, itís plane to see
shoe G.A.N.G. this psycho click invite your chick to give me suction lipo shit
Iím so sick, psychosis, my only family is them hammers my nena is my psycho-sis
Yeah I lay you niggas flat, my nine is stretch
My 9 keep bodies on him, thatís why I call my 9 a stretch

Fuck a freestyle I flow for cheddar
Dudes thatís locked up in the pen would tell you why free
And bars donít go together
Itís like Iím obese, I ainít fit to loose
A big winner in my whip, look out the giant victor cruise
Iím just a glock tucker, spot taker, pump suckers, drop fuckers
You chop lumber, shot ducker, my gun will pop under the top gun
My raybans on, I need my eyes covered Iím scot summers
I wish a nigga wood that mean Iím hoping your album flop fucker cob nukka
Hell of a rapid gunner wit rachets I split your melon in half with hatchet
Now the fellows are half with
I got an adamantium skeleton, I got several enhancements
With 2 bad chicks, I get double the ass, like stealthin assassin
Every man gonn hear me spittin, I make em lend me an ear
Iím the reason Van Gogh's ear is missin
Iím on the track with raps Joe Jurevicius
And my team of heat packers in a lambo filled with bitches

To say you want a feature is like tryina phone to reaper
I start to blow on keisha to verbally paint the monalisa
Fucking the game holding her, making her moan and wonít release her
Watch haters like over seas, if I see ya itís oversee ya, see ya
Yíall canít see is, itís all for the ass and tits
Itís time to go, I help you leave us
Make you part of my magic trick
Iíam saw you in half and then, tell you sorry you had to split
Iím get busy in your hood with my tools
Automechanic shit, in my dickies in the hood
Wit my shoes Iím talking about my clique
If we bust, itís a time piece bust,
Your cardiac last tic tic, and kenny's really good
But my crew against them, you got no chance
But I pull your brain out your skull take the matter in my own hands
Iíma elevate your mind, letís see how high in the sky your brain go
One, blat, blat, it takes 2 like the tango
Who like to tango and get placed in the bag
You ainít no threat, Iím anal sex A pain in the ass

While youíre popping bottles with models,
Iím holocaustle, and hostile, n' i'll hot you with a hollow tip
See my apostols collosal nigga, I demolish you pricks
With a diabolical medley, that will leave a mark
Like you biological dead beat
When it's time to rock and roll,
I remind you of presley
Cause I am robbing you niggas, then I nirvana your headpiece
I sayonara you, your arms are too
Short to try and box with zeus
I ainít right cause I am boxing you lefty's

Itís murder season, I'll leave any person bleeding
I donít even need a third of a reason if he worse than heathens
When Iím reaping my murder theises
Reverse is the birth of jesus
Iím swinging on Hercules iím beefing with any motherfucker breathing
Yeah, Iíve been a dick like arnold, yíall motherfuckers been a fraud
Itís like you traveled the world nigga you been a broad
Like denis rod, rhyming like you hard
You should change your name like snoop cause you lyin (Lion) like a dog

Fake emcees bore me, itís cool cause unfortunately your Georgie Porgie sorority has no authority
This ainít writing, you ainít a killer
So what you gonn do against some niggas who ainít fighting with you
Hereís a hint, 11 pop, medics, doc, heavens, god
You know where Iím going with this
Youíll be fired from your job cause you rap niggas tryina have a knife fight
Well I brought a fire in squad

You could describe me as Big L with a lit L,
You spit, you just another bitch to the prince like fit veil
Fucking dick heads, my niggas been in the trap
Push birds out of that window like big way
How could you possibly stop me, I'm rocky, your not a G,
mockery
Modern days philosophies against Socrates
Box with me, must be out of your vegetable
Wanna be looked as a g, not even looked as a heterosexual
Just picture michael meyers with a sniper rifle
Freddie Kruger with a Ruger, Iím fin Medula the intruder
Not coming to accuse you, I show up, put your hoe up
Get your dough up, or shit getting tow up
Nigga getting shot from the toe up
When Vishis and the Horseshoe pop up at your home, the teks (Text) we shoot
Will not pop on your phone
You a snitch I look at you and hear sirens
But remind me of a detective cause you like dick and private
(outro)
Sick em! Hahahaha yeah, you now tuned into the motherfucking future
Yeah, horseshoe gang, cob, motherfucker kid vishis
You know what it is, warrup crook, come on
Sick em.


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