Real Venom

[Intro]
Who's ready for some real venom, huh? Who's got the nuts to do this shit? Tru Lyricist, bitch. That's who. Oh, you wanna defriend me on Facebook, huh? You wanna get unfriendly, huh? Alright, let's go

[Verse 1]
I see you wanna defend your rappers, okay, it is what it is, you wanna roll with the basic?
I lyrically open their faces in front of the fix and I get it, believe me, I do, shoot, I get mad if they talkin' 'bout Rittz, but you was part of a crew that had welcomed you, now you wanna turn your back like this? Better pack your shit, Mr. UPS cause you see this? I ain't facin' to quit, did a little show with Twisted Insane, now you're feelin' like brain, you gotta represent, you must be brainsick, you ain't down with the TLC, I ain't got time for pretendin', watch me end 'em, witness the lyricist hop on the mic, I spit it and hit 'em with real venom

(Beat Changes)

[Verse 2]
They ain't ready for the way I get up in 'em
J-Battle, man, you're sweeter than sugar and cinnamon, soundin' like a woman, where your motherfuckin' manly voice?
"It's right here, you can't handle it, boy, I'm rappin' a million miles an hour, I'm hitting the weed and I can't be ignored, I'm the leader of the muppet babies, I'm helium filled, I can't amp up my nose, but I'm dope and I can out spit anybody cause I'm faster, no joke, bitch, I'm so sick"
Get your throat split, you ain't dope, bitch, I'ma hit 'em with the four fifth