Blue Spear

Snizzy:
Knock knock, who's there?
The man coming through your fucking door with the blue spear
Clown lyrics make you wanna piss out your root beer
Who dares to conquer our land, me and masker's onto
Smacking the shit out of you even with occupied hands
I be... that.... man, the big shot, the rap chieftain
I'm a hawk in a cage of you worms, and you're leeching
my rap tactics, which wont work like... magic and practice
The fact is:
I'm a lyrical scientist because my bars are for experiments
Father of the game, and my style is open for inheritance
Clarify, whether you're able to hang with
the snizz, and the stalagtits, the germs, not the parasites
I'm the boss and you cant commit regicide on me
Because I wield the blue spear of paradise to be
Give you dawgs a bone because we bone rush the industry
The world should know about my rap skills affinity
Poisonous thoughts, I secrete for you
Who fucks with us I bring out the Grim Reap for you
Im Done.