Daechwita

Intro [HBR Sora]
Uh Huh, my religion is proving yall wrong
Bitch! Aha!
This shit easy

Verse 1 [HBR Sora]
Let me start by saying fuck politics, I don't watch that
Spin the block and take shots, no time to chit chat
I got the Razorblade from ECW logo
You ain't got one fucking stick that ain't a pogo
Someone better kill you before we ever meet
Cause I'll torture you for days and I'm not being discrete

Slam a guy down with the bat, call that a russian legsweep
They shook ones and I'm not talking about Mobb Deep
I'm in the shadows with an evil look in my eyes
Have a heel turn, shoot my homies in the thighs
Plus I'm devilish, put you in the casket
Your grave had no roses, just a bread basket

Verse 2 [HBR Sora]
Flow with the best, Imma put it to the test
Satanic but I feel godly, I don't think I'll ever rest
Change the way rappers see me with a flick of the wrist
If it wasn't for Sora, most of y'all wouldn't exist
Tongue in cheek humor, spread the shit like a rumor
I'm in your motherfucking head, just like a tumor

Start another gang just to cause mayhem and pain
Kill a bitch quick, I love em more when they slain
"Most of her songs sound the same" you insane
Im gonna go fighting, Im gonna be fighting better than a smash bros main
Boy that's it, leave this conversation
Blasting bad bitches, get em scared with alliteration

Hook [HBR Sora]
My gun came with a drum and it sound like Daechwita
Fury with the punch, acting like Vegeta
Violence? Yah, that's my vibe on the down low
Blowing up and destroying ears with my pyro
Play that drum, that's my fucking Daechwita
I just had your chick lick my cooch, she an eater
Daechwita! Daechwita!

Verse 3 [HBR Sora]
So one of us is lying and the other is me
End a dynasty while I sip a green tea
Fucks are never given when you try and front
Cause I have no mercy you fucking cunt
Got that flow that's fire, I'll make you fucking fry
Grab a knife and stand in my way, you wanna die?

Am I a slave to the system or am I the same?
My verses push limits, yours are plain tame
Drop a bomb on your head so I can say it for a line
I take what's yours, everything is mine!
Put a zip on your lips, you need to stay quiet
Change up my image, get my hair and dye it

Verse 4 [HBR Sora]
Bonus verse for them kids in the back of the class
I consider you a target, shatter dreams like glass
Been going hard since 20 fucking 19 in the scene
Ever since them, never thought of doing codeine
Drink a gallon of whisky then go skiing
Daniel Bryan moveset, now I'm high kneeing

Every time i get up on the beat [Uh], its a party
A villainous return to form but no Marty
Crack a cold one like a drunk on a weekend
And I'm adding punchlines, no making amends
Ballistic like a missile right into the dome
I just spelled ACAB, hit a cop with the chrome

Outro [HBR Sora]
Sora!