Ink Master Lyrics

Green lantern with the pink panther

Ween have to mix it up, give a fuck if you're really fucked

That is tough

The mean pastor talking out of his ass

Imma spleen grabba

The fuck I look like tryna piss you niggas off

I'm making myself mad and you just happen to be the cause

I specialize at spittin lyrics at abnormal speeds that'll make you bleed and lift your spirit

You niggas the key

It's the product of prodigal

Playing a game of survival

I'm laying the obstacles

I make the impossible possible

Not a soul can compare to the sovereignty I bare

Keep the rifle by the chair so you know that I'm prepared

Send you niggas to the other side of the river when I hit you with the mirror

The opposite of you is the opposite of me

Know you won't rock with me but still would copy me like a talking parakeet every word is repeating

My lyrics exceeding the first expectations

Correlations are vacant

You niggas be faking

Can't trust what I think or I hear

Make a recipe from Mickey D

You feel the sinister energy within me

The venom I'm spitting has no remedy

I'm clinically insane lyrically I'm the illest me

My tendencies shred the sickest beats into silly string

You won't make the trilogy

Don't get it twisted

Ain't here to be offensive

I make all you bitches when writing credentials

Mini mes are just my midgets

If she wanna fidget, come hop on my pencil

I won't keep the digits inside of my mental

The pen is so lethal, it's killing my mental

Wait

Hold on the mayonnaise

Reconnaissance making way

Information is creating a renegade

Been afraid

Caught bout ten bodies within a day

Fish filay ate with salami, I penetrate

Ah

I won't celebrate when I take you for the ride

I'll just emulate, exaggerate your joy when I play the beat like a 808

Come on

Sicker than me

No

Realer than he

Bro

The skrilla that breathes

Oh

The Commando with peace ain't a joke but I laugh at you hoes

When I split like the five and the ten when I bowl

The win is my goal

And the one at the three is the four

Better run when I countdown from five

.380 the size of the pole

Double lariat

You can go high, I go low

This shit is so intricate

Ain't talking regular show

You will never know

The lines leave your insides expose

The syllables flushed from the head to the toes

The ink is a drug and I'm friending for mo

I'm not talking b rabbit, you know there's no choke

I'm talking slim shady

All the bars, they just flow

Let the beat ride as the words crescendo

When I'm this high, ain't no tellin where I might go

It's the east side where the trees play limbo

As the heat fye, the bullets go where the wind blows

I'm just

In a

Different

Field

From a

Place where

It is kill or be killed

But I'm

Talking

Bout the ink when it's spilled

The miracle mess, I'm just lyrically blessed

I write at my worst but I'm seen as the best

Ink master

I write with no rest

Got no person to talk to when dealing with stress

My feelings detest to the air in my chest

My heart is the pen

God forgive all my sins

I write with a vengeance that cannot be cleansed

The tyrant of scriptures that will never end

Hold on, say that again

The tyrant of scriptures that will never end

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