Instinctus Fire Squad (freestyle) lyrics

(Fear intro)
Y'all diss my n*gga Yami like that? the f*ck...
Y'all thinking we ain't gonna do sh*t about it either?
Damn got me f*cked up
Yo ears yo fuzz i hate you n*ggas
Yo taka yo maka let's get this sh*t

(Fear Chorus)

Why are all these n*ggers on my di*k?
Haters gonna hate, We gotta end this sh*t quick
Tell me, why you got us wasting all our time?
When you know we gonna kill it
With our every verse and every rhyme
Damn Why you flaming yami like a b*tch?
You just dissed the wrong n*ggas
Leave you face down in a ditch
n*gga got your mom crying on the floor
Gotta identify the body at the morgue

[Verse 1: Fear]
There's no other way i can say it, our clan the greatest
And my name in your mouth so much you’d think I’m famous
This beat contagious, This verse is for you fuzzy, I got these killer bars and vicious flows, that leave ya n*gga brainless
Now fuzz think he the one
Talking sh*t on xat for fun
But we all know the truth , that ya fat ass weigh a ton, that you’ve never seen the sun
We all know you can’t run, We line you up against the wall and shoot you n*ggas one by one
Im lyrically superior nothing more I can say
And I’m done with the jokes about how much you weigh
Im a predator , its time for me to look for new prey
We know your secret ears and I’ma put it out on display
He don’t want you to know but this n*gga gets it both ways
He tell people he got a girl but his boyfriend name ray
And he love to eat ass like my homegirl Jhene
Hell suck a n*gga di*k and the ass the entree
Now some of yall might think that I took this too far
Saying fear let up, this assault gonna leave a scar
But I’m a savage n*gga, hate is in my repertoire
And on god n*gga i hope you get hit by a car
Yea cause this My intuition, more like me disposition
To respond to these haters talking sh*t now thats my mission
n*ggas b*tching got my trigga finger itchin
To blast one of you n*ggas thats always out here trippin
Now ears talks sh*t but we all know whats up
Self esteem and anxiety issues always make you chokeup
Talk sh*t behind your computer cause you scared from closeup
How you diss my n*gga yomi you better back the f*ck up
You a clown n*gga and you must have got me f*cked up
Cause ill never let up, look you in the eyes then wind up
Knock you on ya ass need ya boys to pick you back up
You go down and then up n*gga like a pushup
You just got bodied n*gga and you wished you never stepped up
That goes for all you hating n*ggas who think you can cut
My lyrics are like bullets n*gga spray em all in your gut
Beat you till your dead n*gga man i don’t give a f*ck
Im a savage, god my witness, I’m bout to f*ck a trick up
BLAOWWWW
(Takamaru's Chorus)
Why are all these n*ggas on our di*k
Haters gonna hate we gotta end this sh*t quick
Haters why you got us wasting all our time?
When you know we gonna kill it with every verse and rhyme
Why yall flaming yomi like a b*tch?
You just dissed the wrong n*ggas leave you faced down in a ditch
Got ya clan dying on the floor
Gotta identify the bodies as a morgue

(Takamaru's bridge)
When i come at fuzz and ears i intend to kill
With this verse imma give you half of my will
f*cked up coming at the wrong f*cking kings
Silver surfing bullet split yall f*cking head clean
The diss to yomi was a major fail
After this you'll be place in a cell if you can tell
Its hidden in a spell far down deeper then hell
With this verse i hope it dont end well

[Verse 2: Takamaru]
What kind of boxer call himself fuzzy you ass wipe
n*gga think cause he in ivy he can get hype
Think cause he in ivy he is callum hype
You got ran over by kira because yo graphics ain't right
Humble yourself you ain't nice, you just aiight
Ya persona ain't right, you a child on thin ice
GMs deleted the post he carried on and typed
Like what drake did to meek in august "he ain't write"
Come at yomi and get rocked this is not your night
Sending orange flashes to his box, this is not skype
The situation won't end cause he started some sh*t
Put the longhorn sign under my chin when i eat a b*tch
Didn't even know that ears of god was back
Time to state facts, you're f*cking wack god of ear wax
Clan only known to talk smack, life is what the lack
Use the net to cover that, hiding behind a keyboard where they at?
Bite they apple now they mac, now the fish on land they flap
Wrap them in rubber.... like a new stack
Headshot... a free red cap
Taka preach.... and instinct snap
Killing kids like the columbine massaca, lets wrap it up
No filter, lets laugh it up, do it in front of the saddest bunch
Ears and fuzz funeral we shoot they casket up, bast*rd f*cks
Fear and taka for yomi come in clutch