Frost Biz Lyrics

[Verse 1: Dice]
Man y'all niggas on some sentimental shit
A nigga like me on some send a missile shit
My pen is quick to kill a insignificant lyricist mother father brother Sister on some miss you shit
Y'all rappers trash and I don't know what to tell ya
Even a sick beat ain't gon' help ya
Associate me with dope kinda like drug paraphernalia
You don't suck balls? Bitch you gon' suck this pair if I nail ya
A chick'll never leave me I keep my pockets hella creamy like Alfredo sauce on a Fettuccine
Talking beef? You better hope you never see me 'cause the P-90
I keep it on me like Yella Beezy

[Verse 2: Julius]
We on a different tip we a another hustle gang
Hard hitters like a uppercut from James Clubber Lang
I can rap about skills or rap about my f*cking pain
I got deep cuts you got surface scars I mean we ain't cut the same Brother mane I be on some other shit
I don't give a f*ck about that Jussie shit
I knew Jamal was lying but still tell them MAGA supporters suck a Dick
Speaking of sucking dick my chick's sucking it like it's succulent
Y'all stay talking bout your drippin' I see it
You niggas better keep your drippin' a secret
'Cause I'll make a nigga run the jewels like rap group when the mac Shoot
Turn your drip into leaking you bitches is bleeding period

[Verse 3: Demetrius]
Stroke of genius stroke of genius
I suffer from a stroke a stroke of genius
I got that ironic flow when I fix my mouth spit broken English I'm the dopest linguist
I stitch words together like sewing seamstress so it seems I didn't Sow a seam so it's seamless
I can paint the Mona Lisa in my sleep when I hold a paint brush You can see every stroke is genius
I'm sick of competing with niggas I'm out of your league
I'm tired of your squadron that's army fatigue
In a battle of wits I might as well rip your arms out of your sleeves 'Cause you unarmed now I'm out of your reach (haha)

[Verse 4: KXNG Crooked]
Weight of the world on my squads poor shoulders
We made Go Karts with lawnmower motors
Slang dope is what the hardcore taught us
Or you'll be living under cardboard homeless
Life is harder than Jeopardy with the answers
'Cause even Alex Trebek is infected with deadly cancer
I glance at my niggas slaving they never eat with the masters
I cleverly peep the bastards for ever sleep with the blaster
(Pow pow pow)
I spit flame every verse is a comet I change the earth like the birth Of Muhammed
I'm god in flesh like Jesus Christ my life on this earth is iconic
Throwing up East side like I wrote my Turf in some vomit
Come on keep burning your chronic and learn from my logic
Diss the West Coast I put you in a hearse on hydraulics
Murder the brolic worse than the Taliban I'ma violate ya
Disperse an atomic bomb and annihilate you cuz
All your verses melodic (haha)
You none rapping motherf*ckers (haha)
Wack MC's
W-w-w-w-wack MC's
(Yeah business)

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