Rigamortis Vertical (Riggi) [Freestyle] lyrics

[Verse]
Got me feeding you maggots, It's tragic creasing you faggots
I’m lasting, forever lasting, I'm landing before I'm crashing
So crashing, that never happens
I’m on weed just for a deal, like Muslims hungry when fasting
I'll mace him without the mask, and compare me before contrasting
Don't fear me just 'cause my accent
Axe him before the askin', and rappin' came before trappin'
So trappin', that never happened
Yo’ body found up at Aspen, your ass, it was in the trashcan
He livin’ like thin molasses, he dead
I'm a cannibal, eat animals alive
I stick my di*k up in her tree in the highest of the hive
She killin’ me softly, but spare her life like Africans in tribes
I like 'em medium in size, but her ass just stretched my eyes
Like that old n*ggas song said, "Don't believe the hype"
Every b*tch has to suck before they chew to even bite
Give me a pen, give me a pad, easily forget the mic
Like, shoutout to William Aston and shoutout to Orville Wright
Yeah, yo' girl, she super nasty playin’ with herself at night
Yeah, I see you, b*tch, I see you, b*tch
Forgot to turn off your Skype
Damn, you moanin', b*tch, you moanin', b*tch
Forgot to turn off your mic'
Yeah, I'm high, so electrified, like Ben Franklin kite, uh
Life is short but the days movin' in slow-mo
b*tches be f*ckin' b*tches, and n*ggas be on some homo
b*tches suckin' the ridges of my di*k then gon' eat it just like a picnic, her mouth positioned wide open like a Domo
My big b*tches gotta give 'em McLovin like I'm Fogell
Business over b*tches play 'em like oboes
Tap her out like a chokehold
Messin' with that cut, n*gga, and that's a no-no
You puttin' white up in the glass like it's a f*ckin' snowglobe
Cookeville was on that lean, yeah, I'm sipping on that lean
It's burning slow and that's the weed
I'm f*cking b*tches with fat ass and lots of chest and weave
Popper right to ecstasy, make her shake her pus*y like a seizure, epilepsy
Loud pack, take the seeds out, no sesame
b*tches never talked to me, now they standing next to me
Loud pack, take the seeds out, no sesame
b*tches never talked to me, now they standing next to me
As I, tip, tip her my image is on a hipster
My money is getting thicker, my di*k, even for richer
My sh*t, even for richer, my p*ss, even for richer
We doggin' b*tches like Kipper in the basement, no Big Tigger
I deliver us from the evil cathedrals
I teach you everything but the Hebrew
The hoes and the clothes all is lethal
My n*ggas sharper than needles
We in the whip bumpin' to my sh*t, not talkin' 'bout them measles
As I'm gettin' older, the verses, they gettin' colder
The b*tches badder and bolder, my di*k is just gettin' swoller
These n*ggas used to hate on me, giving me colder shoulders
My lines, put 'em in comas, my chain, pineapple soda
That .45 be that toaster, you poach up, it got no holster
I'll pop you because I'm 'posed to, you post up, and that's a no sum
My weed are Linda rolls, and your weed hardly got no smoke, I mean, it squeeze off a choke choke
We livin' that Vida Loca, delicious smoke out the hookah
Calm down that pus*y 'cause my di*k is on that woosah
Running in the building, I ain't talking 'bout the super
Rest of y'all n*ggas, yeah, y'all lames, and y'all losers
We tatted like Yakuzas, Amen, Steaktown, that's it, he dead